The Thrift Shop

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“Someone else’s trash is another person’s useful object, at least, that is what they say, so go and check out your local thrift store, who knows what treasures you may find!” Gun Roswell

The Thrift Shop

The spring sprung out of nowhere with a warming sunlight. In its’ wake the shops of every kind opened their long since closed gates. It was that time of the year, when a new spring in the step, lead you outside without fear. And for all the new adventures waiting out there, there is still some time to spare and spending that, inside of a house? Well, some might say time is a wasted, but hey, at this time of the year, the shopkeepers and sellers, usually bring their best stuff outside, to the world open wide. So, do, go, visit the endless tables at the street sale or yard sale or flee market, what ever is the name you prefer for these types. You might find some real treasures out there, or simply a nice dress which brings you to the spring fair and then you will be the prettiest of them all there. And that is the best kind of reward, right?

Easter Time

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“Easter time, which might just be the only time it’s okay to put all of your eggs in one basket, am I right?” Gun Roswell

Easter Time

After all them painted eggs and painted faces

The littlest of the witches ever so nervously paces

Since soon, out the there, into the wide unknown world

She needs to go, fly, like a small bird

Why?

Simply, and just because

For, at least now, there will be a pause

When the celebration of Easter time

Will soon enough, be over – fine

Until next year then

When she a little more time can spend

With us mere mortals

On this other side, of the portal

Cat in stripes

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“Cats in stripes, lead the hive“ Gun Roswell

Cat in stripes

The minute cat,
On the street sat
Covered, in thin black stripes
The passers by, with her keen eye
She totally spies
She may look small
Just, like a pocket size doll
But do not let that you fool
She is smart with some tools
Her claws so sharp
Will out of their hiding dart
As soon as she feels threatened
Or he litter someone else beckons
For she is the leader
The best achiever
For her and hers’
So let out the ropes of your tight purse
To the nearest shop
Quickly trot
By plenty a cans of tuna
And get back here sooner
Feed the striped cat
And be prepared for a lap
Purr she will you reward
Of this, small gift of love

The Three Witches of Easter Time

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“All kinds of witches are about, usually all year long, but especially on Easter!” Gun Roswell

The Three Witches of Easter Time

The three witches from some-wick
Never mind which
They ain’t winning no beauty contests
To that may can attest

But ugly can be an asset
Especially for the wickedness
Scaring folks and cattle
Just by showing up tattle

After all, this is a holy ball
For all the witch kind
And if you any of them find
Then try to stir to the right
As the witches always drive
On the left hand side

A boat across the moat 2

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“There is nothing to it, just grab a boat, any kind of boat and then, take off, from the seashore, the end of the pier, and head o out there, wherever you want to go” Gun Roswell

A boat across the moat

Take a really deep dive, into the ocean wide, only, this time, go with the flow and take it real slow, and inside a boat at that, because your poor body might snap, if the waves get too high, and then up towards the sky you will fly, only to crash down soon after. So, be careful out there, in the liquid stratosphere, strap up and abide by the maritime rules, as those who wrote them, were no fools. Then only will you be able to enjoy yourself fully and maybe, become a mariner too, as it is a profession quite cool. And hey, no one would blame you if you did, as that might just be the best gig of them all, until, at least, fall.

On the streets of Paris 2

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“The pretty place of spring, Paris has that kind of a ring, right?“ Gun Roswell

On the streets of Paris 2

The once certain pièce de résistance in the middle of ole’ gay Paris, is most certainly the Arc de Triomphe, giving that specific oomph, when you walk down the street, any street basically, you will end up in the circle of the streets and below to magnificent landmark, right there in its very own park of sorts. And no, it is not the kind of place to play sports. At least if you want to stay on the good side of the city Gendarmerie, while they are doing their patrolling all over the city.

Lots and lots of tourists there, doing their selfies until and I swear, the police come to pick the up from standing in the middle of the busy lanes. And yes, it is all done while trying to reach the fifteen minutes of fame, well, at least, on social media, not-so-fastgram or something similar. What ever it is called, well, best bet is to simple ignore them and make your own way towards the archway of the ancients to admire it up close and get a doze of history of the prettiest city.

When all the wondering is finally done and even if you feel it’s all quite fun, still, thirst gets in the way and you need a good bar to low lay, before the excursions continue at the break of dusk. And tasting local wines and beers, well that is a must, at least, for some. Then take a load of at any of the plentiful places around the city, either on the streets or inside some getaway, inside a secret doorway? Well, just knock, they’ll let you in, and maybe even, make you sing, a chanson for the city in the light of the night, fun huh!?

A boat across the moat 1

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“Take a ride on a boat, on a river, on the sea, what ever it takes, for at least a moment to flee” Gun Roswell 

A boat across the moat 

There it was, waiting, prepped and ready, for a ride, on the waves, or at least, on the water. It was after all, a fine day, with a sunny disposition, so why not take an excursion out there, on the wide open blue. Because there is nothing more calming and certainly more relaxing, when taking a day off from it all and letting yourself deep into the ocean fall. Letting the craft take its course, without looking back or any remorse of tasks left undone, just to have one day of fun. Even if the fun is set on stun, as the calming waves, will let you into a deep slumber, the world around fading away, and for a moment you wish this way forever to stay. Alas, it is only for a day, and that is okay, as this time apart from it all, is much better than nothing at all. And even if you wish the time to stall, returning is the proper and only call to make.

Monday, we meet again

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“So, Monday, we meet again! I really was not looking forward to this, at all, any chance we can stall this?”Gun Roswell

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Monday, we meet again

I knew you were so much trouble
As soon as I had laid my eyes on you
Like the good old space telescope Hubble
Or some kid without proper shoes
I would be so totally and completely lost
If I didn’t have you? (That’s a joke right?)

Yeah, what would any kind of week be
Without us, human kind of people, to curse thee
Because it can really only get better
After, this dreaded day of a Mon-dee

Frappe by the poolside

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“Gimme coffee, any time, any place, and, in any kind of form, cold or warm” Gun Roswell

Frappe by the poolside

The warm summers day from a memory past, as I was sitting by the pool sipping something cool, laced with sugar and coffee in the warm winds haze, without a care of the future, only whether to dive in the turquoise waters or sweat for a moment longer, sipping on my drink, so much taller than the smaller cup I had at breakfast. But I digress, too little coffee I guess. The warm days of a holiday in the sun and then some shade, sipping from the tallest of glass, each and everyday, at least, a few. The sustenance which keeps one going and going and going, yeah, you guessed it, coffee, no matter what form, cool and calming (hardly!), hot and strong, so much so, that the spoon inside melted, and yes, all of these fine ways, can be done by the poolside, or by the table or even on the run, maybe driving too. But I would not suggest it, as best bet, is to never do anything while driving except keep your eyes on the road.

Sleepy kitty 1

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“Soft and sleepy kitty, just like the song says“ Gun Roswell

Sleepy kitty 1

The afternoon nap was upon, even if only half a day was gone. The soft kitty had tried to stay strong, alas the lure of the nap remained on, so the only option was simply to go along and take deserved nap in a short notice at that. This was the matter of fact.

Finding a good and warm spot was of the essence, and then curling up in a comfortable stance before falling into a light slumber, snoring like a god of thunder, leaving those around wonder, how easy it seemed for some to simply fall asleep, and into it so deep.

So, snoring away, the afternoon did not stay, and soon the evening was upon. Yes it really had been that long as the kitty found out, when finally stepping out, from the cozy comfortable place, it had fit oh so many hours in laid. Looking around there was nothing unusual to be found, still it was once again time for the inspection rounds, to see what there was to be found.

But all was fine in the house as no one had dared to disturb the kitty, not even the mouse. All of the knowing well, this was the normal rather than yell. The kitty napping hours on end was the way it’s time was spent. And then it was usually time for a snack, which in the house was never a lack of. And so, once again the soft kitty was rewarded and was never ever scolded.