BORROWED WORDS

A few little jottings from my Journal of Kept Words:

Kelle Hampton, on a visit to relatives:

 . . . and slept five to a bed last night, with bodies of cousins overlapped like a nice lattice crust.

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Chris, on a Senior Moment:

That’s what happens when your mind gets scattered.   (small
pause)   Scattered’s not so bad---it’s the covered and
smothered that gets you.     

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I’d tell you to go to Hell, but I work there, and I don’t
want to see you every day.   

A character in CROSS, by  James Patterson

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The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love. What the
world really needs is more love and less paperwork.  
Pearl Bailey    

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The Meaning of Life is to find your gift; the purpose of
Life is to give it away. 

Joy J. Golliver

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Me---I spend a lot of time pickin’ flowers up on
Choctaw Ridge

Ode to Billy Joe---Bobbie Gentry   

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Cary Tennis, on Blogging:

We are all pen pals.

We are all prisoners. We are all doing time. We are
all tapping on the walls late at night waiting for
answers from distant cells.

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And to all my fellow inmates of this lovely, bright,
multi-windowed place:  

Happy Weekend!