they thrust me early into Protestantism.
The stories were neat. So were the smells
of minty chewing gums. And contemplating
concepts like eternity and streets of gold
in a place you have to crane your neck
to try for a glimpse and a telescope
is a waste of piggybank pennies, meaning those
are wonderful imagination spoons; Sundays
were always richer after sinning Saturday.
I just never got into the work ethic part.
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About Timmy the Scribbler
Love to write all kinds of stuff
I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
