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In spaces in between apple trees
if you follow the subtle hints,
of the rose clippings
she has left behind,
& the slight pitch
of the old pigeons.
She's anxiously fleeing
a wolf and needs her prince,
red is the wool unwinding
Catch her before her last breath...
As she runs to a house
made of chocs & gingerbread,
your lady waits inside,
of a horror-show.
But you bust the door open-wide
smacking a force of flow,
and a Witch tumbles
and crisply burns
inside her own Stove,
as your woman's
cheeks blushes & glows.....
An adult take on two fairy tales.
Dedicated to Jason, I think we are both crazy'*** ******* to be doing adult takes on fairy stories. I need to do another & do it on your level. I'll probably get flagged. LOL!
daddy was a country boy he loved the country sound
singing in the  bars he would travel all around
write his own song sing them to the crowd
when they sang along it made my daddy proud

they would dance away as he began to sing
singing country  music was his everything
they would dance all night dance the night away
danced to every song till the break of day

next day move along to some other town
play all night long till the sun goes down
singing songs he wrote he loved a country song
everywhere he played the crowds all danced along
There will be a moment      
when the ones we love,      
no matter who they are,      
will be gone      
to a place we cannot trail,      
one we cannot control      
or avoid.      
      
There will be a moment      
when all that remains      
are memories.      
The beautiful ones      
will linger longest,      
the echoes of their laughter,      
the warmth of their hands.      
We can only hope      
we make enough of them      
before that moment comes.      
      
There will be a moment      
when all that's left      
are pictures of us      
with the ones we love,      
smiles so bright,    
they almost feel alive.      
We only pray that,      
When that time comes,      
we’ll have those pictures      
to hold close.      
      
When that moment arrives,      
their faces will live in stories we tell,      
their laughter in frames on the wall.      
The only hope is,      
we live these days together,      
keep the pictures we took,      
and love them deeply      
before darkness calls.
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