The simple things delight when they turn wrong to right
So we should all take time to savor the simple things.
I stood there staring out the window, almost hypnotized. And I began to form a story in my head about a mean king who lives in the red sky. Instead of making him a king made of fire or something else red, I decided he was full of hot air. And I called him King Breeze. I decided to finish the Rhyme with a good dose of reason. And with a happy ending. What do you think? Should I have left out the happy ending? Send me a comment or email and tell me your idea after you enjoy this short Rhyme and Reason story of a mean ol’…
King Breeze…
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