walking down the street i look to my right a stranger is looking at me,
sitting in a chair in the tall grass hood on his head big hands but no feet,
I walked over to him and went to ask him if he was alright,
then he dissappeared into the night,
where did he go I looked around it was my mind again playing tricks on me
About the Creator
Mitchell
i work alot got a family of 5 jus scrape by but we do good on here to write poems i write them alot anyway so maybe this way other ppl can read them too
So You Decided To Become a Nurse Practitioner:
So you decided to become an "Advanced Practice" nurse. Congratulations!... is what I would say if this was a good idea. Grad school? In this economy? What were you thinking? Likely it was something along the lines of either 1) “I've seen these other chucklefucks do it— Why can't I?” or even 2) “I've got a nice career, I should shake it up. I miss feeling like I have no clue what I'm doing.”
By Sandor Szabo6 days ago in Fiction
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