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New or knew:
The words knew and new are homophones which means they sound alike but mean different things.
New is an adjective that means unused.
Knew is the past tense form of the verb know, which means to understand or to be aware of.
If you are having trouble using these words correctly, remember that knew is a verb and has to do with knowledge. Since both of these words start with the same two letters, you can link them together in your mind.
“Writing is not a relationship status, than why to make it complicated. Keep it simple. It doesn’t matter if your grammar is up & down. Important thing is to convey your message to the audience. Write to express not to impress.” ―
I ne’er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all seemed turned to clay.
And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.
Are flowers the winter’s choice
Is love’s bed always snow
She seemed to hear my silent voice
Not love appeals to know.
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling place
And can return no more.
Vinnie’s dad opens the living room door. He’s holding a treat in his hand for Dexter. He doesn’t see Dexter. He doesn’t have to brace himself to catch Vinnie running down the hallway toward and leaping at the last second into his arms. He’s not getting a kiss and hug from Vinnie’s mom. He tentatively steps into the foyer and peeks around the corner. Vinnie’s mom is in the Lotus position, eyes closed repeating, ‘I will survive. I will survive. I will survive.”
“Survive what, Marti?” asks Vinnie’s dad.
Vinnie’s mom opens her eyes and stares at Vinnie’s dad. She says, “Vinnie.” She closes her eyes and resumes her deep breathing and mantra.
Vinnie’s dad rushes to the kitchen. He opens the fridge. He doesn’t remember pizza being in the fridge, it doesn’t matter. He picks up a cold piece of pepperoni pizza, takes a big bite and puts the remainder back in the pizza box. He reaches for the merlot and takes it out of the fridge. He half fills a wine glass with the merlot. Puts the merlot back in the fridge and carries the glass into the living room. He kneels beside Vinnie’s mom and puts the glass under her nose.
Vinnie’s mom’s nose twitches. The mantra stops. She sniffs more deeply. Her eyes open. Vinnie’s dad puts the glass to her lips and gently tips it upward. Vinnie’s mom takes a sip. She says, “Al, you may have saved my life.”
“Do you want to tell me about it?” says Vinnie’s dad.
“I don’t know where to begin?” says Vinnie’s mom.
Vinnie’s dad helps Vinnie’s mom to her feet and the sit on the sofa. Vinnie’s mom holds on to the wine glass as if it is priceless crystal. Vinnie’s dad says, “Tell me the important parts.”
Vinnie’s mom stares at Vinnie’s dad.
“What?” asks Vinnie’s dad.
“Did you eat some of the pizza in the fridge?”
“I only took a bite. That was so nice of you to buy a pizza for dinner tonight. I’m starving.”
“I didn’t order it. Vinnie did. He used Sara’s phone and called Mike. Mike brought three pizzas over and came in through the fence door. He sat with Vinnie and his friends for at least 45 minutes, ate pizza with them and gave them first hand advice on the play their making. I listened to them. When Mike was leaving, he looked up at the window and waved at me. He knew I was there the whole time. Al, you know Mike is always in trouble with the law. He’s a shady character. I don’t want Vinnie to turn out like him.”
“Mike’s a good guy. He’s always trying to help someone out of a jam.”
“How many times have you defended him in court for free?” asks Vinnie’s mom.
“I got him off six times, had his penalty reduced to a fine twice, and once had his sentence reduced to time served.”
“Oh, dear God.”
“Why did Vinnie and friends want Mike’s help with their play?” asks Vinnie’s dad.
Vinnie’s mom takes a long sip of wine, sets the glass on the coffee table and turns directly toward Vinnie’s dad. “Al, Vinnie and his friends are staging a court drama.”
Vinnie’s dad says, “What’s wrong with that? Maybe I can give them some pointers.”
Vinnie’s mom ignores Vinnie’s dad. She says, “Vinnie is the judge. Joey is the DA. Larry is a cop. Sara is the defense lawyer. And, Rupert is the defendant.”
Vinnie’s dad says, “That’s cute. I can’t wait to see their play.”
“Let me explain a bit further. Rupert is playing a character charged with cruelty, meanness, bad breath, and out of date clothes.”
Vinnie’s dad starts laughing. He says, “This has you upset?”
“Rupert is playing Mrs. Mavis.”
“Well, how does Mike fit into all of this?” asks Vinnie’s dad.
Vinnie’s mom sips her wine, then says, “Vinnie says to Mike, “Uncle Mike, how long can we throw Mrs. Mavis in the slammer? Can we keep her there until we graduate?”
Vinnie’s dad laughs. “That is so rich. I love it.”
“You want to know what Mike said?” says Vinnie’s mom.
Vinnie’s dad’s internal alarm sounds. He says, “What did he say? Do I need to talk to him?”
“Mike says to the kids, “Since she probably don’t have a court record, she might get three to five years and be out in two years. If she got your dad, Vinnie, as her mouthpiece she might not even get convicted. But if she goes away for three to five I got friends on the inside who can fix the way she thinks”
Vinnie’s dad says, “Mike said I was his mouthpiece?”
“Oh, there’s more,” says Vinnie’s mom. “Where are you going, Al.”
“Can I join you and share the merlot?”