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Taxes, a poem
I did not plan to publish anything today, but unfortunately I started thinking about taxes. It is very complicated I know, but to me it seems set up to make the consumer, that is all of us ordinary people, pay the brunt of it. When there is a deficit, and the debt ceiling looms, more…
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Hans, Sabine and the visitor from space, a story
The very first time I drew Hans was in the form of a story. He wanted something from the kitchen cabinet and had all sorts of crazy ideas, until he asked someone for help. I’ll post it also. This story is different. Forgive me any spelling mistakes or color changes, it was hard keeping it…
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Time, a poem
Time is precious. Each of us is allotted a fixed amount of time, and like the sand in a hour glass it never stops flowing. We can add more money, things and people to our lives, but not time. There is only 24 hours in a day, and our days are numbered. I am very…
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Angel, a short story
The angel is in a foul mood. It yanked its suit off and struggled to fold it before tossing it back into the ship. The suit’s wings tend to become rigid and springy when the suit is not worn. The angel was in the middle of a well-deserved vacation when this job got assigned. It…