My life is short. 5′ 1″ from the ground up, a life short changed and short listed with short waits and short encounters of short behaviors.
There’s been short paths and short rations that were thankfully all short in measures.
I don’t ever forget the times being told “You’re a little short in experience.” I’ve been sold short and told “It will only last a relatively short time.”
Some things have actually been short in duration Time enough for a short drink and the fad of wearing short shorts.
I’ve often been short circuited, short on subjects in conversation and unfortunately, cut short.
It’s tough making short work In short, wrapping this up, people have shortened my name my funds have fallen short and patience has run short…
short of murder, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to have a short holiday one that could last at least a few short months.
However, there is one thing I’m proud of… it’s being short and to the point.
Of course, I’m usually short in supply of thoughts. You see, I suffer from a short memory, being short stopped many times in midstream. And, it’s even why I prefer short stories.
And did I tell you, I have short hair?