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LOSING MY MARBLES The bear rears up against the cuckoo clock arms outstretched as if to catch that dammed bird when it 9 o'clocks! A tiger snoozes in front of the fire unaware of the spark that throws itself upon its tattered tail. Firelight & candlelight gleams in the beast's deadly eye. A golden eagle spreads its wings above the mantlepiece as if it would ****** the gilded frame that holds a honeymoon. I am a player of marbles upon the floor nose to the ground eyeball to eyeball with my host's tiny son. We watch in awe as the blue(slowly)yellow marble(slowly) rolls into the tiger's gaping jaws. "That doesn't count!" host's son shouts as the host snorts awake to see me with my hand in the fore mentioned jaws the tiger's tails just beginning to catch "Fire...fire! host roars throws his G&T; over the smouldering tiger. The tiger gives up the blue & yellow marble. We return to our little game. Our host pours himself into an armchair fat as he and another G&T.; I lose. The stuffed animals snigger.
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Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 5:45 PM UTC
LOSING MY MARBLES
LOSING MY MARBLES The bear rears up against the cuckoo clock arms outstretched as if to catch that dammed bird when it 9 o'clocks! A tiger snoozes in front of the fire unaware of the spark that throws itself upon its tattered tail. Firelight & candlelight gleams in the beast's deadly eye. A golden eagle spreads its wings above the mantlepiece as if it would ****** the gilded frame that holds a honeymoon. I am a player of marbles upon the floor nose to the ground eyeball to eyeball with my host's tiny son. We watch in awe as the blue(slowly)yellow marble(slowly) rolls into the tiger's gaping jaws. "That doesn't count!" host's son shouts as the host snorts awake to see me with my hand in the fore mentioned jaws the tiger's tails just beginning to catch "Fire...fire! host roars throws his G&T; over the smouldering tiger. The tiger gives up the blue & yellow marble. We return to our little game. Our host pours himself into an armchair fat as he and another G&T.; I lose. The stuffed animals snigger.
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donall-dempsey
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Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 5:45 PM UTC
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