When you feel
Like you are
On a train
Nowhere near
Its destination,
As it goes through
One unlit tunnel
After an unlit tunnel,
Yet somehow
It puffs out smoke
That smells like
Melted butter,
You can’t complain.
©Aaysid
“You can’t be brave if you’ve only had wonderful things happen to you.”
Mary Tyler Moore
Image by anncapictures from Pixabay
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wonderful piece, Aaysid. Love it.❤️
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So glad you liked. Thank you so much. 😊😊
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My pleasure.💕
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Oh, wow! This is splendid, Aaysid. We’ve all been on a train like that, yet I don’t recall the melted butter smell…😉 Lovely poem, my friend. 🤗
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Thank you so much for your kind and generous words, Jeff. 😊😊
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You’re welcome, Aaysid. Always my pleasure. 🤗
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😊😊
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Melted butter smells great. Can’t complain. Now, I want popcorn.
Lovely writing, Aaysid. 🙂
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Thank you so much, Terveen. Butter popcorn are awesome! 😊😊
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Wonderful Aaysid
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Thank you so much. Glad you liked. 😊
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Always welcome Aaysid!
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