Mid-life crisis is when you realize your body is not coming back.
Dementia will be when you realize your brain’s forgotten who you are.
By the time you think you have the answers, no one asks you the questions.
Rocking the boat may change direction of smooth sailing relation-ship.
We disagree to agree… it’s our modus operandi, you see.
“What kind of coffee is this?” he asks—“Jamaican Me Crazy”, she says.
Upon reaching speed limit, do we set cruise control…or step on it?!
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American sentences: Ginsberg’s poetic form of 17 syllables
Can i count each one for NaPoWriMo? That’s seven!
a poem in my pocket 