Joseph Means's Writings
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Short Story
Sep.22.2012
The ship and crew were operating in their normal efficient way on the trip and Rags had the opportunity to continue studying the stars from the forward lounge. When Rags wasn’t working, or in the Star Lounge, he would spend his time amidships, in the library, studying Greek mythology, to learn more about the legendary Pegasus.
What a library it was, as it...
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Poem
Aug.24.2012
The Yorkie is a terroristThere is no doubt at all.He can be a vicious dog,standing less than one foot tall.
No dog will ever best him,When they play out in the yard.He'll stand his chest poked outHis bite both quick and hard.
The Yorkie has a lion's heart,They're fearless it is known.They'll frighten any animal,That loves its own leg bone.
While at the airport,...
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Upon the plains of hesitation lie the bleached white bones of those, who on the verge of success, sat down to wait. And while they waited, they died”
—unknown
About Joseph
The early 1960s was a great time to be a kid. Everything was stable and most children had a safe and comfortable home. Everything was looking up and the future was bright with endless possibilities. The kingdom of Camelot was in full bloom.
I was born in...