According to history: chpt. three.

Do we drive according to the rules because we desire safety or we wish to avoid punishment?

30 of 50 haiku poems written on Friday, July 1, 2011 to document the day my husband had surgery. Each haiku deals with something that was around me that day from the time I left that morning until we were home and finally went to sleep.

Poetry.

$74 Million Dollars! I can’t believe it! This is amazing!

Yeah!

Greed Is An Illness…

"… a night that will replay in my days…."

Except,Expect,write,right,fair,fare,left,left.leave,leave.

A train that goes to a place unknown, a poem describing it’s unique abode, and passengers like none you’ve seen waiting to meet you upon your first step through it’s questionable doors.