I did a LOT of snippets this week. Here are few for you to look at.
422.
many will be wondering
what a paper clip clasped
to paperwork thinks about
423.
in the winter
slipping through a hidden
happiness
424.
one more deity
plenty of warning
We Listen too late not enough
the end
425.
when she married him
It was cold outside
at the end of the future
426.
What would
make you wish you were
cooked cabbage
and not know it
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
These are all great. The cabbage one made me laugh, the marriage one is poignant, and I shall never look at a paperclip in the same way again.
Thank you. Especially those poor paperclips that have been in place so long that they have rusted on the paper…
I enjoyed these snippets! The boiled cabbage made me think of the question “What am I? Chopped liver?” It never made sense because I love chopped liver. Change that to boiled cabbage and I can get behind that!! (or maybe ahead in case of barking tree spiders)!
My husband also likes chopped liver so I hope I am chopped liver! Boiled cabbage, well, I have never been able to get any affection for it!
424, sadly. (K)
As the big wheel keeps turning, more and more I see the same things replaying, the same mistakes happening, and people just as surprised as they were the first 50 times or whatever. I feel all I can do now is try not keep riding the wheel when I find out I’ve gone wrong.
We have very short memories.