http://slow.writerscafe.org/RamSlade The original writings of author Hitchhiker en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776048193 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Thenight’s sky with its twinkling stars,I’ve slept under, felt like a Czar.I propped my feet on the full moon,It reminded me of cartoons.Theall clear bell has pealed for me,When I nearly drowned in the dead sea.Lay awake at night in the dark,I thought all of my fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RamSlade/1435830/ myego walked with medown the dark corridors of my leftit breathed the breath ofstrength and aweand gave it back to meit pushed and pulledo'er many difficult and lonely roadseh . . . ego has become agedas have Iits once strong inputthese dayshe puts the onus on meI fearI'm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RamSlade/1427521/ wandering misfit looking for an oasisoverwhelmed by loneliness, tortured by disingenuousness of lifeneed for human contact fosters frustrationshabbiness of life intolerableCleveland Street Barirresistible force pulling him insidedoor locked up tightbuzzed-in tonightsawdust floor,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RamSlade/1426779/ Okay, this one is a little long . . . 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