Tag: death
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THEKINGISDEAD980
Third day of Mucré, our King is in the forest A busy time to be a florist The mews and awnings like old prose florid To allergy sufferers abhorrent, torture ironical To the botanist, a much needed shot in the arm After a Winter boxed in, the gelidness like old sin Lingering long past its…
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lefthandedlefthere
Suddenly bulging with anger Like Olive Oil put spinach in my hand Whoever spoke bad is lucky I don’t have a handgun Totebag, brandish, shoot think after, toetag him, vanish Hand in my notice at Olivanders to join a gang, black wizard band My left, most sinister, hand bent at angle can from distance strangle…
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Chapters from a life, once upon a time
I’ve got bags packed full of what you lack You’re like a seagull pack after my crisp packet Depending on how you act, how I swing the gavel Might have to get mediaeval, rack it Line of charlie I rack it, attack it Barrack condoning torture after Iraq, like a Harkonnen’s tactics on Arakkis Card…
Alchemisland 