Never Again

LOL I had to giggle at this one Randy I think we have all been somewhere at sometime where we wish a screaming child could be calmed lol great slice of your life I like the different turn you took with this one .. nice move love JayCee x x x ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")

for such a little dove like her what do you think of for a little dove as she ah yes worse than that the supermarket something seems to be missing from this poem and I can't put my finger on it The start of your poem actual is so somber such as that would be at a funeral , then you have that twist of an ending Chrys

so loved this i did took me back to days of long gone thank you love judy xxx http://www.strategicpublishinggroup.com/title/TwentyMyPrettyPonies.html

I used to love the laundry-mat. I would buy a comic, crisps, a milky-way bar and a can of juice and chat up any good-looking guy who happened to come in that didn’t have a clue how to operate the machines, Alas, that was a long time ago…nice one. Rosina xena465

OMG... I thought this was going to be about some torture camp or something! Then you whack me over the head with this surprise ending! It has been a long time since I washed my clothes at one of those places, but I remember... Always, Cat

Talk about a piece close to my heart, (I too went there, Cat!) my machine died and Barry & I went to a laundry mat. (I was agitated, lol!) It was the same one that my girlfriend & I would go to with my toddler. She kept us entertained and we all entertained each other & shared the story with him. Ah, when simple things were pleasure. Thanks for the flashback. ~A p.s. Had another image pop up: I heard a little girl throwing a screaming temper tantrum in the store I was shopping, much later I found myself behind her and her mother in a checkout line, she still carrying on. I snapped off a branch from a flower plant I was purchasing and gave it to her. She looked at me as if I had 3 heads, threw the flower down and continued her merry ol' screaming. I learned something that day. haha. "Just as what you dream is your own and no one else can observe it, so the world you see is your own." ~ Nisargadatta

The horror of combat....over a dryer.Very witty ........scribbler

Pesky kids lol. love lou xx