I wish I had eight eyes
Each with a different role
I'd have an eye on my money
an eye on my heart
an eye on my mind
and an eye on my grocery cart
one eye will always be seeking to spot my soul
I just do not have enough
I can not see clearly
I do not know what is going to happen next
Darkness impedes my vision
my brain is caked in fog and swirling in stark division
when the golden mustard drapes close for the night
my blind spot becomes a haven for devilish demons
I would keep two eyes on those demons
and my eighth eye on my freedom.
About the Creator
Dave Parry
From Mondave to Sundave I am pretty weird. I like to make people laugh. I love travelling and staying at the Holidave Inn. My favourite food is toast but I also love eating eat eggs Benedict with lots of Hollandave sauce.
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What opportunities can you find in the conflict that you are facing? The Five of Wands Jeremy is a wooden boy. He’s actually a spoon. A medium wooden spoon. Best used for stirring soups. One day on a cold November night, Jeremy the wooden spoon was washed away. The bakery where he lived had become a place of great conflict. In a small bakery, in the midst of Ontario’s urban suburbia there was a great war. It was a war between the wooden utensils of the old tyme bakery versus the new generation of plastic and electrical machinery of the modern kitchen. A great battle took place right inside Jeremy’s bakery, the place he had called home ever since he could remember.
By Dave Parry4 years ago in Fiction
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