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My next door neighbour thinks he's a duck
He clutters and quacks all day long
I think he's daft and silly as bottoms
But this is better than when he was a swan

when the perilous moment comes
(if not the next then the next or the next)
I'm going to freeze up again
like a coward
or a lamb green schoolboy
after all my adventures,

Jennifer Jane spent the next two days running away from dogs, catching and eating mice, sleeping a lot and digging her claws into George whenever she had the opportunity.

Trisha flew once again into the air, up-the-airs of consciousness, a staircase of Airs, spirits who fueled her flight. Then, there were the Passions, Fires who burned her heart into purest gold.

“Music is enough for a lifetime, but a lifetime is not enough for music”

-Sergei Rachmaninov

Scolding Apollo -

When she was a little girl,
a Trojan Horse was held
in her hand, carving
stiff hidden intentions.

That female anger became just another
constipated state of affairs,

Losers or winners, dealt to diminish;
Their fate is set, to end, to finish-
Calamity befalls, a lie to uphold-
A challenge of a lifetime, a sight to behold.

A quasi-paranoid expose after recording the fearful worries of a defecting member of the secret service who I profess to having met Allo Allo stylee in a cafe.

(place of unexpected, strange, particular pleasure)