Poem.

Our hero Darren finds a magical bracelet which transforms everything. No death. Everyone stays at twenty one. A life of luxury for him and his friends. But then Lettoth, a godlike alien comes and takes it all away! Some time later…

There are people who are afraid of computers so they prefer to be signed in as guests. That is sometimes good to do when you do not want to be pressured. You do not also like to be responsible of contents you see or read even by mistake.

Scorn not the color of skin,
dark be the souls that do –
blemished, inconsequential;
for there’s quality in hue…

What type of distractions you get and when they occur.

Whatever you do, do not read this poem!

Written on 3.18.2011

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Could also be seen as a writers block poem.

A tactical guide that I’m very proud to own.

A spider doesn’t ask and just keeps on weaving its web.

A short poem about children when they work.