Thursday, October 4, 2012
About Onecco auction
Onecco review.
About SITE called ONECCO.COM
I ordered a thermal printer from this site because they had the best price I could find. After no notice of shipping or other communication from them I tried calling and was time after time sent to the answering machine of CARLOS something or other. He never responded to my messages. The last time I called I got very irate with the person who answers the phone and switches you to the machine then within a few hrs I finally got a notice from them that they could not fulfill the order I had placed.
They still changed the pending order on my CC from pending to completed even though they knew they were not sending the machine. More calls to the company results in the same thing, Carlos answering machine.
Meanwhile, The site still has the same item I had ordered listed for sale, and is still taking orders for it. Even at a better price this time. Well I guess they can set any price they want since they know they do not intend on delivering huh.My advice, Onecco is a Fraudulent company. Stay far, far away!!
Friday, February 3, 2012
Spaces in time
I wrote this in the mid eighties. Not the best time in my life.
Spaces in time so rapidly pass,
Like the fruit on the trees,
They grow from a seed, ripen, then wither.
But you know, if it were up to me I'd find a way to save them.
The spaces come, and the spaces go.
Each bringing it's own event.
Leaving nothing but memories of yesterdays,
And the wonder of where they went.
Is there a way I ask myself,
To hang on to this space in time?
Or must it go as will today,
And be remembered only in this rhyme?
Like a handful of sand slips thru your fingers.
Like the fruit that rots, then falls.
These ever so precious spaces in time,
Disappear then loneliness calls.
Once again as in days before,
My space has touched another's.
But the joy of it's ripeness brings also pain.
Because in my heart I know,
This space will pass again.
But I refuse to feel the pain,
I'll drown it with my wine.
For now I'll just feel the magic,
Of this wonderful space in time.
Spaces in time so rapidly pass,
Like the fruit on the trees,
They grow from a seed, ripen, then wither.
But you know, if it were up to me I'd find a way to save them.
The spaces come, and the spaces go.
Each bringing it's own event.
Leaving nothing but memories of yesterdays,
And the wonder of where they went.
Is there a way I ask myself,
To hang on to this space in time?
Or must it go as will today,
And be remembered only in this rhyme?
Like a handful of sand slips thru your fingers.
Like the fruit that rots, then falls.
These ever so precious spaces in time,
Disappear then loneliness calls.
Once again as in days before,
My space has touched another's.
But the joy of it's ripeness brings also pain.
Because in my heart I know,
This space will pass again.
But I refuse to feel the pain,
I'll drown it with my wine.
For now I'll just feel the magic,
Of this wonderful space in time.
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