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Anchiornis

What color is a dinosaur? In older times you always guessed. But microscopes can tell you more Than plain conjecture at its best. The understanding lacked before Is with a struggle now possessed, To learn the colors that I wore, Like red within my crest. As newer science comes along To better understand the dead, The finest paintings can be wrong, Demanding others in their stead. So always paint the color strong On part of me that's tinted red. You know the place it will belong: The crest upon my head.

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93 deviations
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The Monkey and the Typewriter

A monkey in a forest found a typewriter one day, And knelt before the strange device upon his hairy knees. He could not grasp what it was for, but used it anyway, And every morning came again to sit and strike the keys. No Shakespeare, Keats or Twain was he; his text was no delight, For never once did he look down to see what key he struck. A page of random letters was the most that he could write, And if a meaning could be found, the cause was only luck. The monkey had eleven heirs, and fate struck all but one, Whose mind was wise to danger that no other monkey sees. And when the elder typed no more, his only living son Took up his father's

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88 deviations
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The Monkey and the Typewriter

A monkey in a forest found a typewriter one day, And knelt before the strange device upon his hairy knees. He could not grasp what it was for, but used it anyway, And every morning came again to sit and strike the keys. No Shakespeare, Keats or Twain was he; his text was no delight, For never once did he look down to see what key he struck. A page of random letters was the most that he could write, And if a meaning could be found, the cause was only luck. The monkey had eleven heirs, and fate struck all but one, Whose mind was wise to danger that no other monkey sees. And when the elder typed no more, his only living son Took up his father's

Featured Writing

9 deviations
Spam Invaders

Comics

9 deviations
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Anchiornis

What color is a dinosaur? In older times you always guessed. But microscopes can tell you more Than plain conjecture at its best. The understanding lacked before Is with a struggle now possessed, To learn the colors that I wore, Like red within my crest. As newer science comes along To better understand the dead, The finest paintings can be wrong, Demanding others in their stead. So always paint the color strong On part of me that's tinted red. You know the place it will belong: The crest upon my head.

Poetry

33 deviations
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Osama's Revenge

After the Twin Towers fell down, President Bush promised himself that he would never stop paying attention to Osama Bin Laden, and kept his promise.  It wasn't always easy for him, but he found it helpful to scribble "Osama" in the margin of any document he was writing. Laura Bush found this bothersome.  One night in early 2002, she decided the time to confront her husband about it over the dinner table. "Osama, Osama." She said, her lower lip protruding in a pout.  "I think you care about him more than you do about me." "Speaking of Osama, I had a dream about him last night." Said George, trying to change the subject.  "Saddam Hussein gav

Fiction

2 deviations
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It Barfed

I knew the moment I awoke that something was amiss. The light had changed, the air was moist, and other things like this. And when I looked outside, I saw that while I’d been asleep, The ground beyond was drenched in barf, around two inches deep. It’s troublesome to go outside, for when I walk around, My shoes pick up a covering of barf from on the ground. And then, another blight when I come back inside the door: A soggy trail is left behind my steps across the floor. Ferahgo’s flight was cancelled, with good reason I suppose, If pilots can’t see through the barf that caked their airplane’s nose. What nause

Scraps

5 deviations