How do you feel to be ignored? What are the true thoughts (poem)?
Initially the activity was Yard Sale a tintype photograph in the frame rusted, and even stranger things began to sell. When you double what it's worth has been offered for an old book that I had kept over the years, it seems unwise to wait and hope for more. The day took on a stage almost surreal when two determined buyers fought to get my last authentic Hummel figurine. The cash came to the pans and pots without value, old clothes, and even developed the film but not one penny for my thoughts sanded.
That's your problem. Penny a sand is just too expensive! My thoughts are worth a fortune! Write scenarios online porn. Scary stuff, is not it? Hahaha ... Seriously, I like this poem a lot. The twist in the last line, it is perfect. You must watch a lot of "cleaning house" re-reruns. I certainly do! It prevents me from doing housework. This show should have a contest. The winner would be flown to SHOP at their garage sale. A grand piano for $ 50.00? SOLD! It would be a yotch is on the plane back if ... Did you ever stop and think that what is sold at the court sales turns into clutter to someone else's house and then they must have a garage sale to get rid of him? Where is it finally stop? This is like trying to imagine eternity. You can not do without a migraine.