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There is no point in keeping broken promises. I know that now. Yet I continue to shove them into my pockets, Like stolen diamonds and gold lockets. I stuff and I shove these broken promises, Until there was no room for much else... Then I began to wonder, As I stood pockets bulging, Where are all the kept promises? Why have I failed to keep my kept promises? An epiphany overwhelms me. Rapidly I begin to empty my pockets, Hoping to find at least one promise kept, Only to find rusted ...

It was a mild day in July when I met Mrs. Ant. I remember that humorous day so vividly; forever raw in my imagination. I was sipping on my lemonade and thanking the breeze for gently swaying my hammock, About to drift into slumber when I heard the tiny grumpy mumbler. I spotted her hurrying across the patch of dirt underneath the mulberry tree . On this particular afternoon I was overcome by an impulse so amiable curiosity so it was Inevitable that I asked, “ If you don’t mind ...

It was a mild day in July when I met Mrs. Ant. I remember that humorous day so vividly; forever raw in my imagination. I was sipping on my lemonade and thanking the breeze for gently swaying my hammock, About to drift into slumber when I heard the tiny grumpy mumbler. I spotted her hurrying across the patch of dirt underneath the mulberry tree . On this particular afternoon I was overcome by an impulse so amiable curiosity so it was Inevitable that I asked, “ If you don’t mind ...