APRIL 5, 2024 ON MY CORNER ASK YOUR VENDOR What inspires you? People doing great things and poeple who work hard to help others. — Ashley Powell, #595 For my cartoons, Super Raton (Mighty Mouse) from Havana, Cuba in the 1970s. — Roberto Isla Caballero, #347 Science fiction, anime, cyberpunk, steam punk — storytelling in fictional worlds overall. — James Manning, #16 Everything — music, animals, camping, swimming. I really do love life and I'm centered with creation! — Terri Demar, #322 Money! — Pony Bush, #305 A good smile. — Tony Schohl, #9 I think everything inspires me. — Glen Page, #407 GOD and HIS Word; the HOLY SPIRIT and singing praises in the HIGHEST to HIM WHO alone is WORTHY; other Christians through the ages who have REALLY walked with JESUS; The Nylons version of "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" — it reminds me of "my Place," and Of ALL Of GOD'S GOODNESS Even So, In a VERY! Fallen World; the land and its animals and plants remind me of the GOD WHO created them and us; and of the original perfection, and one day the surpassing of that; of CARE and RELIEF we MUST be part of, for "The Here and Now." — Amanda Gale, #573 You do. — Ken Parks, #490 Agape, justice and hope. And good stories! — Austin Cash, #627 People who don't waste their time. — Wayne Sparks, #615 WAYNE S. Groundcover vendor No. 615 ROBERTO ISLA CABALLERO Groundcover vendor No. 347 GROUNDCOVER NEWS The last dinner of Groundcover News The laboratory of ignorance needs love. They do not discriminate, love does not need perdition. Evil is reality. The injustice is the bane of America. Poverty and selflessness and wisdom is the mentality of the wealthy. The poor person is happier than the one who works the land. The social service workers are the future of America. 3 ToGetHer DAY DREAMER ETERNITY BELIEVER Groundcover contributor To one I’ve never met, but have known all along. For whom I have longed. Your old friend’s gentle, silver-lined reminder edging across the storm clouds of life. Yet none of it lived. The bellow of your souls echoed longing across both time and space. Innately embraced. I never knew the truth of both the perfect heights and unspeakable horrors of what was real. Your old is my new. You dreamed during the night, and I the day. Each of each other. In between, the nightmare called reality separated us. Forced by bitter men. Apparently we both never stopped searching for one another. What will be, will be. Yet what was forced became the reality. Separate here we are. If love is the highest standard, the strongest reason, and the purest hope then this consortium diablos ultimately failed the moment they challenged The Creator of such. I bet all on Yah. YAHWEH, the God of Romance. He reveals in His time. Be it merely a fool’s errand here or the very foundational essence of life itself interlaced and perpetuating throughout all of creation. I will have no shame. Without err, within the correct confines, I love you both. We three are what they fear. The thousands of miles I have traveled to the millions of minutes you have waited. Together, but not. When I stopped breathing When the door clanged shut I stopped breathing. When I walked through the gate And knew I wasn’t leaving I stopped breathing The day you left me I stopped breathing I walk through days wondering When I can take a breath again Trying to figure out why I stopped Breathing
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