The kitchen faucet drips incessantly.
The Ferrari wins the race.
The last page of the novel has been read.
A friend or family member dies unexpectedly.
Pass the mustard, please.
A squirrel is flattened on a back road
in rural Montana, no one knows, no one cares.
The sunset in the West has come to an end.
The skyscraper, a tribute to mankind’s ingenuity,
glistens in the light of the sun.
Even after the death of millions, Hitler got
what he deserved.
Repeat that last question, please.
This is not what the Founding Fathers had intended.
Even your best shot was not good enough.
Everything is a random happening.
Mostly, the laws of mankind do not apply.
Face it, you’re just along for the ride.
The window was left open overnight.
With or without you, the monologue goes on and on.
A full house beats three of a kind.
You’ll be happy to hear, after all these years,
James Taylor finally got a mocking bird which could sing.
And sleigh bells ring, are you listening?
Don’t ask me, you’re on your own.
What’s up with five lines after five lines then three at the end?
You know, the best tomatoes are generally home grown.
A happy ending is not a given, my friend.
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Chris Hanch 7-11-2022
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