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The team is leaving the park and going home. They are all tired and need to rest. Robert is sure the bad guys have a secret hiding place in the park. He's also sure it's close by the bike path.
Rusty and Molly spent the day at the park doing surveillance. Molly met a new friend. Miss Darcy lives at the park and just happens to be a bird. She could give the team an aerial view of what is happening in the park. She has the perfect hiding spot because she lives in the trees. M...
Dad accepted an undercover assignment at the park. The team has agreed to do surveillance around the clock. Dad put Robert and Molly in charge of the team. Molly's in charge of the whole operation, she's now a Lieutenant.
The time has arrived to face the enemy. Each team member has a part to play in bringing down the bad guys. Robert is guarding the back door. Molly is close by to offer assistance. Sally is monitoring the phone line and Rusty is watching out the window for any sign of movement. Mill...
Molly shared all the details of the night before. She told Dad about the chop shop and the dumpster ordeal with Sally. She told Dad that Robert and Milly had been there too. Dad was amazed that they all lived through the night.
Molly woke up in the middle of the afternoon. The whole gang had a hard night. Milly was a mess and would be sidelined for a few days. Her allergies were out of control. Mom gave her allergy medicine and it appeared to be helping, but her one eye would barely open. She said she f...
The gang's in big trouble. Sally's hiding under the dumpster and Robert, Milly and Molly are standing near the doorway to the underground chop shop. They are trying to come up with a plan when a guy enters the building.
Molly, Robert and Milly are walking down a long dark hallway to the basement. They are in search of a chop shop that they believe is underground. The air smells damp with mildew and Milly believes they are in danger. Sally remained outside in the alley way. She has a whistle to ale...
Molly's got the gang on board to go undercover at the abandoned building. It's a dangerous mission but everybody is prepared to do whatever needs to be done.
This is the first part of an exquisite corpse. Should anyone wish to take part, you're welcome to write a corresponding piece.
In the 1950's there was no unemployment. The only problem was that the masses of jobs available where menial and boring. A working culture grew to hate the establishment and the people who ran it. There was no training for management people skills so to make workers work hard they use...
My poem " [link=]Kid, stand on your own [/link] " was published on 06-Mar-2011. Now, I'm surprised to see that this poem has been receiving many views per day recently.
Whenever you sing, whistle, or hum a tune you are playing by ear - because you heard the tune first. With practice it is possible to transfer the tune to a musical instrument.
We capture different emotions and thoughts when we hear sounds. They touch our hearts with passion, happiness, love, fear, and many other responses. This song was written while listening to the magic of the trains whistle, while I sat one evening by the computer. It is one that is in ...
I wrote this poem for my two kids. They have grown up but they care little to read my poetry. I know one day they will appreciate my feelings. Please write your comments. I want to know whether the kids are same around the world, when they are born and as they grow up.
BEWARE This is NOT one for the kiddies, a tale how too much too much of a good thing can be bad, read on to find out what can be done
~Trains blasting through my mind, bird-speak in the outside yard of me, darkness fails to quiet the night of leather wing and dervish whispers~
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