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#lizards
I just caught a little lizard, Scuttling around my bedroom. It made me gasp, and catch my breath before I could scoot forward. When I first noticed it, I let it go because I didn't have any ‘pets’ and it wasn't harming me p) But when I saw it twice, action spurred me. So hunting I went, spying also for mice, Caught it and took it out to the garden to set free, And free me, from the outside jungle invading my space!
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Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 6:39 PM UTC
I caught a lizard this morning
A lizard and a tatt! imagine that… his lover left before she came gone on a whim leaving him with a tattoo of her name now full of regret but soon will forget when his words finally come true his promise of change never too late to arrange a shed of skin and off with the tattoo
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Feb 2, 2022
Feb 2, 2022 at 12:40 AM UTC
The lizard and the tattoo
In the forest late one summer day, between the trees and prams, a sweet girl whistled a small tune that made the rabbits dance. They danced and hopped and frinked about and it was all quite nice until the Wankerschmacken came and brought a plague of Braifs. The Braifs, they danced and frinked as well and grew and grew in size until they grew to twelve feet tall much to the girl’s surprise. The Wankerschmacken watched with glee, with joyous hate and hunger, the rabbits, the girl, they were confused as they stared down the Schmacken’s flanger. The flanger was his mouth, of course, filled with teeth like daggers, and the beast lunged after the poor girl who through the forest yaggered. She yaggered and ran and over a root she suddenly fell and cried; The Wankerschmacken took his chance and this is how she died: The monster opened its flanger large, its throat was charcoal black; A blue tongue stretched and grabbed the girl and hurled her into its depths. She fell for an eternity, she seemed to fall for years; And in its stomach she cried and cried and drowned in her own tears. A century has come and gone since this cold-blooded **** but if you put your ear to the woods you can hear the Schmacken still. It snores and roars deep in its sleep; Can you smell its rotten breath? but once you do it is too late – You will die a vicious death.
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Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 11:14 AM UTC
Feast Of The Wankerschmacken
when I show him to you, your forehead is enveloped in creases — “he has to go, he probably carries diseases.” “But don't you like this guy?” “I mean, he seems kind of useless, and how will you feed him, he looks kind of toothless.” (this is when I knew not to associate with you, 'cus you were absolutely goddamnfuckingclueless.) “Really…?” I **** to which you only nod. I shrug: “Well, to me, he’s a little green God.”
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Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 2:45 AM UTC
Gordon
The lizards are out. They crawl among us again, Bringing about an end to a season. Winter has passed. A cold shiver now Turns into an uncomfortable sweat. Our armor becomes lesser. Our days become longer. The sun pierces our skin, The cold no longer protects us. People show more skin. The time of temptation. Christmas becomes St. Marys feast. The fan replaces the christmas tree. It is now not a time to gather, But a time to go out in the sun. Getting drunk by the beach, Enjoying sweet waves on your feet. Sand crawling on your hands. A slight breeze in your hair. Summer is here. Winter is dead. The heat prevails. The cold descends.
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Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 5:03 AM UTC
Winter has Passed.
If the lizards tail Is to ever be cut off It always grows back
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Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 3:19 AM UTC
A Lizards Tail
we keep them in cages we want all of our friends to see so we put them on stages they should be out there running free my friend on the table won't stop scratching at the glass I've chosen to disable this animal's natural path
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Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC
pets
*Each time bigots shine Crass losers winning at cards Donald Trump shows hand*
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Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
Zx Card Counters
The lizards crawl on the walls, and the crow caws, like the cow that bows to the crowed the queen being crowned cry’s out to the plight and the fight for the knight continues on till the break of dawn don’t stop, don’t ponder, continue to wander through the fields nothing yields the words that you feel so carry on till the break of dawn.
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Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 1:55 PM UTC
Carry on till the break of dawn