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Puppet

It must have been there for a while, he thought to himself as  he stared at the hole in his leg. He couldn’t remember how it had happened or for that matter, when it had happened, but, there it was. A hole. And, very much, in his leg. As he stared, he noticed the dark patch on his trousers, spread. He watched as it moved down towards his boot, and it was only as he followed it down that he saw his boot was no longer there. Panic gripped his mind. Thoughts flooded his brain and his heart started to
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Listen to This Song

Listen to This Song Originally posted on oshitbritt.com   His legs were swung over the edge of your bed. He gazed at the dusty ceiling. You sat behind him with your legs and arms crossed. Silence emptied the room and the distance between you and him. “What’d you do after school?” You turned your head to his eyes that kept darting from the ceiling fan to the wall. “Nothing. Homework,” he said, brushing his hands through his hair. “That’s cool. Must be a good student.” “No.” He turned over onto his stomach to face you. Finally. “What’d you do?” “Same.
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All A Bored Find Refuge.

It’s just pulling in The Imagination Express, a quatrain of delight near the conjunction of your station of thoughts. Its sing-song, clackety-clack rhythms of life draw all poets near and far. Flowing swiftly across the tracks laid by poets of old, hammered out in short lines of steel and lead pressed across the remnants of trees. which are the ingredients of a poets platform, from the pounded, ground up remnants of some poet-tree they’ve never climbed. This cannonball of  contemplation sprawls across the many spans of attention drawing sustenance from the liquid extract of a tanka and refueling with your
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The Inheritance by Anthony Maggio

When you have everything, it is often said that you wish for more, that myth was created by the poor, and obviously not us. My family inherited our first million from our great-grandfather, who has worked his lackey’s fingers to the bone during the depression, and we are so proud of that dedication. He married well, it’s an old family adage that when you find a woman with eye’s equal to your fortune, and lips as red as tulips. Great Grandfather was lucky enough to meet his beautiful, green eyed match young in his life. My grandfather received the fortune
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Highway To Hell And Back.

I was hitching a ride somewhere on the south side of the U.S. of A.when I got a thumbs up from a somewhat soused geezer in a ten gallon hat. Old, countrified Earle took me out for a whirl in his custom, black Caddie. He had a set of long horns mounted on the hood, and a lead foot infected with elephantiasis mounted on the gas pedal.  We blew through endless hick towns, much faster then JFK’s limo on its hospital run from the Dealy Plaza tragedy. Billy Carter beer cans rattled all over the floorboards, while Dolly Parton busted out a tune literally, something called 9 to 5, but we were doing 95 easy. He let me out in Bum-fiddle Texas, at a bar called The Dew Drop inn, and drove off with a wicked grin.
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The Magic Seeds.

Those Magic Seeds. A brand new Christmas story of Santa and his little elf named “Jingles” who saved Christmas in a magical way!   Way up near the North Pole where Santa’s workshop lies, all the elves are in a tizzy, someone’s stolen all the magic seeds that make the reindeer fly. With Christmas just around the corner, Santa’s in a frantic state, with no way tobring his toys to kids, on that very, special date. But a little elf named “Jingles” came to Santa with a plan, To set off across the Arctic where she’d find that guilty man.
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Never Underestimate a Southern Bell

  woman on the jury finds defendant not guilty   Portfolio | Become A Fan The putrid smell burned her nose. Her breakfast was quickly coming up her throat. The darkness of the room disoriented her as she felt around for a light switch. “Where the hell am I?” asked Charlemagne Brochette. Her grogginess added to her confusion as to how she was brought here. “Me, of all people, the Madame from New Orleans, was brought here by my limousine driver?” She quickly reviewed what she remembered. I was chosen as the only female juror in a serial killer’s trial. He was called “the
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Poetic Justice.

Poetic Justice. They  had shot him in the head and  they thought that he was dead, but the bullet had only grazed him. ~ It had created  such a bloody mess, plus a deep  furrow in the skull, that convinced the enemy  he was hamburger. ~ Didn’t matter much anyhow as  they hauled his unconscious body to a large pit and then  unceremoniously tossed him in. ~ The bulldozer was being repaired, and the stench below was horrendous so they quickly turned and scurried away. ~ He awoke in a massive pile of corpses, his flesh awash in Dung beetles and worms, crawling into his mouth, ears and nose.  The sickening, sweet smell of viscera rotting in
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Working For peanuts–(a Tribute to Charles Schultz)

A tribute to Charles Schultz….that I sent to him three days before he died No more comments from the Peanuts Gallery Poor old Charlie Brown is blue Cause his little red-haired Girl has dyed her ink black roots show through ~ Poor Snoopy’s finally been shot down that Red Baron is an ace and we’ll miss the little boy beneath the dirt on Pigpen’s face ~ Scchroeder’s played his final tune it’s called, “Beethoven’s Last.” Rerun vanished on his Mother’s bike into the distant past ~ Peppermint Patty once again is just a restaurant treat It helps dilute the bitter
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Worst Case Scenario

Barbed brambles without and a house closed up tight  and barbed bumbles within where barbed tongues told him lies.  To convince him of sins, whispering,  “All is not right.”   Beelzebub at the door, as bad blood  worked inside, with cement freshly poured in the basement to hide, the remains of his folly when his wife slept around, in his own bed, his own house he had evidence found.    Came home early  from work, caught her talking away, on  what” He” likes to eat, and how “He” loves to play,  “How he gives her sweet kisses, How they took a long walk,  what a cutie he is,” on and on went
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