Sheila's Dribs 'n Drabs

I seem to remember reading the end of the world is a highway cleared &rebuilt for the speeding of hitchhiker traffic gone my way with towels

You didn’t mis-spell me. I spelled myself. I chose my own path. I planned my own well-being. Don’t delete me. I’m brimming with inspiring th

You think I’m gone? You’ve written my death scene & turned the page, but see. Each time the book falls open, look and read again. That’s me.

I may not rule in heaven but this is fine; I’ll rule on earth & tide & time turn every day to my sweet rhyme; all this is mine until He dies

I want to punch him for his awful haberdashery, her awesome wares. I’ll tear & dash & drink the punch then faster pedal, peddling his share.