A six word poem evoking a heartbreaking story.
Guilt by association.
Beware the temptation of earthly flesh. The true story.
A broken spirit, a lonely heart and an overwhelming wish to be invisible.
The wealthy are made weak by their possessions.
They were without sin, with one exception.
A woolly hatted sperm-head takes 70% of her fee . . .
Empathetic smiling, so smug, so well-meaning; I can’t stand it.
Rollo has suffered three heart attacks. His chance of survival is about 5%.
Where the bee sucks, there suck I . . .