Thursday, March 3, 2011

Postmodernism

She made a nest. The post was hit by baseballs on the hot summer days while She flew angrily.

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  1. Tutus out of tissue paper. They had to be torn.

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  2. Today I stepped on a nail. It hurt, but I did not cry.

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  3. Praying mantis. Maybe you should pray too.

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  4. My teacup shattered. So did my heart.

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  5. And you've kissed the blarney stone.

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  6. The twigs were cut at 45 degree angles. Spring is near.

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  7. My water bottle is bamboo. So is my heart.

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  8. The seals calved on the shore. Winter came.

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  9. And the unicorn made friends with the grasshopper. Summer was on it's way.

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  10. She died in my arms. She was very loyal.

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  11. The puff of spores from a mushroom. A squirrel has been here.

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  12. The rooms are empty. Down the halls naked I run.

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  13. What the heck?!? I,m so confused?



    soooooo, was that a story? mumsy xoxo

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