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Wind City--The Ones Who StayedThe Ones Who Stayed
Copyright (c) 2009 Mariko Pratt
The trees were waking up in the morning sun. Leaves were unfolding or unrolling, needles were extending and branches swinging to align themselves for maximum efficiency of light gathering.
In the trunks and large branches were of holes of various sizes and shapes. From some of the holes snouts or noses were beginning to poke out into the morning air. Sniffing and snorting and steamy puffs of exhaled air gave evidence of health and vigor in the tree dwellers.
Buzz and trills of aerial songsters added to the dawn chorus. Gliding and wheeling betw
Tales From the Thrift StoreSince my favorite leather jacket
Was finally ripping apart at the seams,
I decided to go down to the Auldrant Thrift Store,
And find me a new replacement.
Hangers clacked and rattled
As I zinged coat after coat down the rod.
Then I saw it--a strange sort of trench coat.
Blue with stylish white stripes,
Shiny gold buttons and a fancy buckled belt
Like what you expect to see
On an old time sea captain
Or maybe even a Napoleonic colonel.
Not sure about the winglike flaps in back,
But I decided to get it anyway.
Some moron had priced it at ten bucks.
Since it was a white tag special,
I only got it at five bucks
With just thirty
Total Monkey Drama IslandFar across the ocean wide
To a region hot and grotty,
The treasure seekers sailed,
They really were quite dotty.
They used an ancient map
All full of holes and vermin.
Where they were they did not know
The compass needle's squirmin'.
Captain Weed was barking mad.
The Cook was very smelly,
They abducted puppy dogs,
And mashed them into jelly.
Bosum Jones dressed all in black
And slept hanging upside down,
Could not find his ass, with both
His hands, seated on the ground.
The First Mate's a happy chap,
Pretends he's a laying hen--
A fairly harmless hobby,
Eggs enough for all the men.
And so the list goes on,
Hugo Scruggs, H
Blowing Up Silent Hill
Blowing Up Silent Hill
A series of large explosions shook the ground.
Crouching behind an old whiskey still,
I watched as billowing black clouds swirled around
That wretched resort town of Silent Hill.
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