In memory of the man who raised me.

Thriller.

Well my friends, this is a short story on the matching of wit’s between professionals.

Please leave behind your comments – with your witty answers in a similar situation.

Cobblers.Washer-man etc.,

This is what I would like to find.

It’s 1958 and two pals decide to join the army. One signs up for the regulars and the other joins the Territorials. One is destined to die young but the other lives on to tell the story many years later.

Mechanic is one of those poems that have symbolic and metaphorical uses in it and if you know what writing is and what it’s made of then you’ll be able to understand this one. As always, comments are open.

My abbreviated adventure at sea comes to an end.

Coming out from underneath the ashes isnt easy to do.You finally got over them and got your life back.Now its time to start your car and see how far you can go.

Don’t mess with a chick that knows her way around a tool box and isn’t afraid to go up against the men with a “pair” of her own.