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The anxious Toddler, ***** her right thumb; The News has just ended, and soon they will come. ~ But they will not lay down, 'neath her Mickey Mouse sheets; They'll take her pure innocence, and she'll get no sleep. ~ The things that are done, to this Child of five; Will stay with this wee one, for the rest of her life. ~ When they are finished, having her their own way; She hugs the pink walls, feeling ***** and ashamed,
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Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 9:15 AM UTC
~SHE WAS ONLY FIVE~
I went to this rundown Diner one day. On the menu were dishes, I couldn't even say. I ask my Waitress, "Please tell me Ma'am, what in the world is Lizards and Lamb?" ~ "It is one of our favorite, dishes we serve, sprinkled with a pinch of Ways and Curd. It is served on a bed of white and brown rice, plenty to calm any appetite." ~ "Poodles and Noodles," I thought to myself, "I wonder how long it's been on the shelf: "This can not be, we do not eat Dogs," and it came with a side dish of mutated Frogs. ~ The Café was crowded, to say the least, as many people enjoyed their Feast. I did not care if I starved all day, I'll not place my order at this Roadkill Café.
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Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 5:48 AM UTC
~ROADKILL CAFE~