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Hermit Crab
The time has finally come, My dear, To cast away this shell. The room has grown Somewhat sparse, I fear, And fit’s too tight to lug. Out from under My form must wander My baggage held within. 'Til I find the form That fit’s my new norm And can display my house, again. |
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Edited by
Differentkindofwench
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Mon 07/20/09 01:30 PM
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Diddy's of Dementia
The skin of calves can become a book in leather bound. But only if an author chooses to write as his thoughts expound. The meat within those bodies of calves will neither go to waste. Prepared as food by carnivores re-veal'ed as sustenance, post haste! hmmm, perhaps revealed as veal but is the meal for the gut or mind is up for man's debate. |
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She lay Un-Clothed
Reminiscing, Picture'd shell Weight of worlds Rest upon the shelf Frame'd, Perfect perfections of an Un-Perfection Again, the birth of the Norm Cast'd aside Abstract-Obstructed Home Un-Clothed Yet Perfect 
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Riding life's train's caboose,
The inner Wench is running loose Rolling in fragments of Dr. Seuss. Giddily googling goofy stuff enhances expansion of her brain. While watchers wag their knowing heads, The Wench has gone insane! Her laughter pealing in her wake. She'd stop, you know, but can't find the brake. As the train rolls steadily on. |
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I love them all!!!
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Edited by
ArtGurl
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Mon 07/20/09 05:01 PM
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...loving your flow there gf
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Hermit Crab The time has finally come, My dear, To cast away this shell. The room has grown Somewhat sparse, I fear, And fit’s too tight to lug. Out from under My form must wander My baggage held within. 'Til I find the form That fit’s my new norm And can display my house, again. Such a wonderful metaphor for self transformation
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Thanks, y'all I was playyyyyyy-in.
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