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More woozle than heffalump.
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     Heat bakes off of the concrete of the cul-de-sac in undulating waves, a shimmer that distorts the picturesque facades of the homes into half-remembered dreams. Jutting from a ring of withered monkeygrass in this suburbian atoll is a fire hydrant. A shadow slips across the flaking yellow paint. An elderly man in bermuda shorts stands before it, sweat glistening on his shaggy beer gut. His brow furrows as he sizes up his opponent. This was his place, his home and he'd be damned if he was going to let this yellow hunk of metal go unpunished.    He closes his eyes and lifts his arm into the air. His fingertips gently probe the air beside h
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A Lime Named Rick
A curious rich little brat fell into a well with a splat where he saw brownish things with some leathery wings. Now this idiot thinks he's a bat! ---------- There once was a man in a cowl who spoke with a gravelly growl. He fought crime with a will. Then he took a pastille and now all of the crooks are his pals. ---------- They say if a man loves to frown and gallivants all over town beating men with his fists though they try to resist then it's risky to dress like a clown.
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Mr. Charlie
They all say Mr. Charlie is friendly to all but it's mostly to children, the weak and the small. He's a strange looking gent standing six foot eleven with long gnarled fingers, each hand having seven! They are crooked and curved like the roots of a tree and they're perfect for crushing an ill-advised plea. He will slink through the dark of your room late at night and he'll stand just outside to make sure you're alright. If you feel there are those that have done you a wrong then just whisper their name and he'll be right along. He will climb up their houses and in through their windows. He'll snap all their neckbones in violent crescen
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Missing Parts
If it's true that life is like a rollercoaster; mine has missing parts.
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To the Moon
I'll build a ladder to the moon, the tallest ladder ever. I'll build a ladder big and strong that's reinforced with leather. I'll cut the tree down in our yard and chop it up for wood and use the neighbor's fence for rungs to build this ladder good. My friends will all be jealous of my ladder to the moon. I'll have to build it super quick! The sun is rising soon.
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Counter-logic
I had the perfect trick to use I knew just what to play. If I could lay down one more card I'd surely win the day. I looked into your gleeful eyes. and at your spiteful grin. I saw you had two islands and I knew I wouldn't win. While we were walking I had found a coin and made to grab it but saw you had two islands so I stopped and let you have it. While we debated I thought up the wittiest retort but saw you had two islands so my argument fell short. I met a girl and knew she was the one, without a doubt but saw you had two islands so I watched you ask her out. But then while we were old and grey and you were unawares I saw you had no i
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Victim of Circumstance
The auto-teller chimes at you and spits out several bills. You glance around and see nearby a man that gives you chills. He's filthy and bedraggled, plus you're certain that he smells. He looks at you and smiles wide. The fear inside you swells. You snatch the cash and walk away uneasy with his kind. But after several hasty steps you hear him close behind. Your pulse increases with your pace. You know the number - call it. You feel a hand upon your shoulder. "Hey! You left your wallet."
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     Heat bakes off of the concrete of the cul-de-sac in undulating waves, a shimmer that distorts the picturesque facades of the homes into half-remembered dreams. Jutting from a ring of withered monkeygrass in this suburbian atoll is a fire hydrant. A shadow slips across the flaking yellow paint. An elderly man in bermuda shorts stands before it, sweat glistening on his shaggy beer gut. His brow furrows as he sizes up his opponent. This was his place, his home and he'd be damned if he was going to let this yellow hunk of metal go unpunished.    He closes his eyes and lifts his arm into the air. His fingertips gently probe the air beside h
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A Lime Named Rick
A curious rich little brat fell into a well with a splat where he saw brownish things with some leathery wings. Now this idiot thinks he's a bat! ---------- There once was a man in a cowl who spoke with a gravelly growl. He fought crime with a will. Then he took a pastille and now all of the crooks are his pals. ---------- They say if a man loves to frown and gallivants all over town beating men with his fists though they try to resist then it's risky to dress like a clown.
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Mr. Charlie
They all say Mr. Charlie is friendly to all but it's mostly to children, the weak and the small. He's a strange looking gent standing six foot eleven with long gnarled fingers, each hand having seven! They are crooked and curved like the roots of a tree and they're perfect for crushing an ill-advised plea. He will slink through the dark of your room late at night and he'll stand just outside to make sure you're alright. If you feel there are those that have done you a wrong then just whisper their name and he'll be right along. He will climb up their houses and in through their windows. He'll snap all their neckbones in violent crescen
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Victim of Circumstance
The auto-teller chimes at you and spits out several bills. You glance around and see nearby a man that gives you chills. He's filthy and bedraggled, plus you're certain that he smells. He looks at you and smiles wide. The fear inside you swells. You snatch the cash and walk away uneasy with his kind. But after several hasty steps you hear him close behind. Your pulse increases with your pace. You know the number - call it. You feel a hand upon your shoulder. "Hey! You left your wallet."
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Run, Rabbit, Run
Breathe little rabbit. Breathe Breathe little rabbit. 'Cause another baby's comin' and he's not the only one. Drink little rabbit. Drink Drink little rabbit.'Cause you gotta get your fill but then your mama's gotta run. Hide little rabbit. Hide Hide little rabbit. 'Cause the farmer is a comin' and the farmer's got a gun. Run little rabbit Run Run little rabbit 'Cause you gotta keep on runnin' til your runnin' days are done.
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This Guy
I have a friend a special guy I think you know the one. He uses all the dishes but won't clean them when he's done. He's an able architect. He builds things in a flash. I just wish these structures weren't all made out of trash. Don't get me wrong. He's not a slob. He's clean as he can be. That's why the washer and the dryer are always full you see. Sometimes, I think while I am gone he smuggles in a bear. How else, I wonder did our shower fill with so much hair? When he takes his shoes off I have to pinch my nose and ignore the grove of mushrooms that he grows between his toes. It's all these things that make him such a very special fri
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How to Win at Life
There is a trick to living life, to always be ahead, to knowing how your day will go when you get out of bed. A way for you to conquer every challenge that you face, to catch the tail of every dream that you will ever chase. A knack that everyone can learn to make the best of friends, the kind that never leave your side, support you to the end. A talent for obtaining love that's lasting, love that's true, to finding someone out there made specifically for you. A method you can use to never worry, never fret. There is a trick to living life. I just haven't learned it yet.
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Bears and Wolves and Lions
Mother said Look for the child in everyone And you will know them better And you will love them better. I had you and them I knew you and them Why should I look? Why should I search? And then I left I hunted dreams I swallowed starlight, inhaled the sun I walked with bears and wolves and lions And feared them And feared to know them Because I had you and them Because I knew you and them. Until I looked ahead for just a breath And when I turned You were gone and they were gone There was only me Weeping starlight, breathing sunfire Among bears and wolves and lions. And Mother said Look for the child in everyone And you will know them better
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A Cloud Thats near a Foothill as I Am near as Well
You, I imagine you walking, silently Beside me, briefly, and so I ask you- Wait It’s 4:29, low sun, deep Spring I’ve got this wire wrapped between Eating scraps, absorbing the means To which I maximize a gluttonous, A dispassionate, down-to-the-bone White shadow hugging my anonymous face I would think to take you, shaking With my arm that has you held into my rib curve To calm you, or myself climbing this cloudy hill I’d remind you it doesn’t matter that I’m falling That you are also not the kind to catch me Though still am I screaming- Again, wait We’re on earth, apart, you’re asleep I can’t
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The Bleak Shore
 The ocean was calm while Lou checked her nets in the afternoon light. She pushed aside the flopping piles of fish, looking for anything that didn’t look like mackerel before dumping the lot through the hole to below deck. It was a slow process: setting the nets close to the shoal, waiting for the mackerel to swim into the waiting trap, engaging the power block’s hydraulic engine to pull the (hopefully full) net back to the boat, and hoisting its treasures above the deck for examination. It could be faster if Lou didn’t work alone, but out here on Monhegan there wasn’t much in the way of hirable crew. She wasn’t
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The Inebriate Guild of Pistachio Juggernauts
I will tell you a story as best as I can   but I warn you it's mostly untrue   and what parts of it are, I am sorry to say   have a meaning that's lost upon you.   Now the story begins, much as they often do   in a once, an upon, and a time   and the words I must say, with a heartfelt regret   for the most part incessantly rhyme. It all starts in the west in a desert most vast   in a teapot of massive proportion,     one whose walls were decrepit and falling apart   and afflicted by quite vicious torsion.   And inside this strange hovel of tea-stained decor   lived a warlock so cunning and foul   even demons who lurk in those worrisome waste
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xlntwtch's avatar
Thanks for the fave on "Camera Shy" and all you said about it today! :iconredsparklesplz:
Let me know ways to improve it sometime, if you will. (:
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SubjugatedSandwich's avatar
I can try giving it a critical read when I get home tonight if you like but I'm still a floundering li'l baby duckling in the world of writing prose so don't expect toooo much. XD
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Float, baby! :iconrubberduckplz:
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Emily-Byrd|Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks so much for the watch!!
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You're very welcome!
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KeithEdwardBaucum777's avatar
You are a good poet.
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SubjugatedSandwich's avatar
Thank you! Always good to hear that someone thinks so. =D
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