| I’m a blooming, bouncing beginning A name not bound to only one meaning Somewhere I fall prey to time and gravity The other alternating the ups and downs for eternity The last needs no ladder to rise above its original captivity To poets, a life cycle is brought To pilots a lifeline/lifesaver, they resort To needy throats surely a life-support Rumpelstiltskin I am not But a bouquet for you who got me sort |
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| Squeeze it and it cries tears As red as its skin Yet its heart is made of stone What is it? |
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One evening, our family was enjoying a newly discovered delicacy…shark steaks. In our enthusiasm, we cooked more than we could eat.
The next day, when I took the remaining steaks out of the refrigerator, the label on the foil-wrapped package caught my eye. In neat handwriting, my wife had clearly identified the shark leftovers: “Jaws II.”
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