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Wednesday, October 15, 2025

Fools On A Gray Autumn Day




















Fools On A Gray Autumn Day


Standing here in the silence of a gray, lackluster day
We briefly glance into somber eyes, then turn and look away
You clear your throat and smooth your coat
Your body blocks the sun
I wait to hear your footsteps retreat; I expect to hear them run
But they don't walk and you don't talk
No words spill from your mouth
But heartbeats break the silent roar
That the heart cannot pour out.

Your big hand reaches for my small
That's buried in my pocket
And with the other I undo the clasp
On the sterling silver locket
That holds the picture of the love we shared until today
I put it in your empty hand and still I do not say
Unsaid words that serve no purpose; 
For they cannot change a thing
And the unshed tears bring no release
But blind us by their sting.

Goodbye, it is a joke and lie, it expresses no sincere thought
For what is good about the bye? Just another moment bought
An autumn leaf falls on your shoulder from an almost barren tree
And I think the bright red leaf is you and the barren tree is me
We watch a V formation of snow geese on the wing
Flying through the skies above to find another Spring.

One last throat clearing, one last hand clasp
Your lips meet mine once more and last
The saddest smile I've ever seen 
Touches your eyes with tearbright gleam
Hands pull apart, eternity ends
Eyes close on memories of there and then
We walk in different directions now 
And don't look back, somehow, somehow.

The tears held back, now fall like rain 
Down heartbroken faces that drown in pain
And each, we shout  unsaid words then 
And hear them stolen by the thieving wind
At the edge of the park, I think I'll turn 
To see if you're there ( I never learn))
I pray that you're running on swift feet to me
But I never turn and I never see
And you walk on toward the ocean of blue
And wonder if I am now running toward you.

Your heart beating fast as the locket you grasp
With it's picture of you and of me
But I'm walking and crying and waiting for you to follow
As the locket is thrown into the sea.



























© by Voo
November 19, 2005
3 p.m.



















Ah, Those British! They Need Tutoring...........

 Embarrassing: British Realize They've Been Using The Wrong Words For Hundreds Of Things

World·Dec 13, 2021 · BabylonBee.com
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in LONDON - The United Kingdom is a quaint little island country in Europe that speaks English as its primary language - much like the U.S. And while they've always thought a lot of themselves - even having a Queen, (like something out of a fairy tale) - the people there have just suffered a huge embarrassment, finally realizing that for years they've been using the wrong words for hundreds of different things.

It's unclear how they've gone this long without realizing  that they've been talking like fools - perhaps Americans were just too polite to point it out to them. But one foggy day, an uneducated Brit pointed to a food item before him and said, "I'll have those biscuits." And the American looked at him like he was an idiot and said, "Those aren't biscuits. Those are crackers. Crackers. Biscuits are what you have with gravy."

Word soon spread about how the British had that one word wrong, but then they found out it wasn't just that word but hundreds more. "We've been calling the place where you store stuff in your car a 'boot' when it's actually called a 'trunk'," said one British man, "and we've been calling fries 'chips' and chips 'crisps.' And our word for a cigarette is highly offensive. We look like morons."

And it's not just that the British have been using wrong words - they realized they've also been spelling things wrong, often adding an extra 'u' where it isn't needed. They've also been pronouncing things wrong, like aluminum. AL  LOO MIN  NUM for crying out loud!

"Bollocks!" was the common exasperated expression most Britishers shouted upon realizing their thorough embarrassment, though even then an American had to point out that that's not a real word. 




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