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The door creaked
and the farmer's daughter shook
though the stranger's eyes were seeking
he did not give her a look.
Oh what a dark and gloomy stranger
and what sharp teeth he had
and though the farmer's daughter was before him
he left with eyes so sad.
From the darkness of the warm night
she heard the stranger murmur
"Not a virgin to be found here,
girls should hold their purity firmer."
The farmer's daughter scowled,
the farmer's daughter wept!
She was not an impure person
but how else might boys be kept?
Yes, the bad boys all like good girls,
and the good boys like them too,
but that slightly impure maiden
had a plan of what to do.
That stranger had been sharply dressed,
his teeth were sharp as well
and though his skin had sparkled,
she knew he was from hell.
She resolved to send him back there
for no one likes a jilt
she figured she'd confront him
and smother him with guilt.
The impure maiden wrapped up well
for the night was rather cold
and though she felt all toasty
she looked completely old.
She found that stranger lurking
still bewailing the virgin lack
but when she started nagging
her neck he did attack!
and the farmer's daughter shook
though the stranger's eyes were seeking
he did not give her a look.
Oh what a dark and gloomy stranger
and what sharp teeth he had
and though the farmer's daughter was before him
he left with eyes so sad.
From the darkness of the warm night
she heard the stranger murmur
"Not a virgin to be found here,
girls should hold their purity firmer."
The farmer's daughter scowled,
the farmer's daughter wept!
She was not an impure person
but how else might boys be kept?
Yes, the bad boys all like good girls,
and the good boys like them too,
but that slightly impure maiden
had a plan of what to do.
That stranger had been sharply dressed,
his teeth were sharp as well
and though his skin had sparkled,
she knew he was from hell.
She resolved to send him back there
for no one likes a jilt
she figured she'd confront him
and smother him with guilt.
The impure maiden wrapped up well
for the night was rather cold
and though she felt all toasty
she looked completely old.
She found that stranger lurking
still bewailing the virgin lack
but when she started nagging
her neck he did attack!
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anemic, broken, and growing up anyway
when my sister was five, she dictated a letter to me in her strong little voice
while dust drifted in the sunshine
of our creaky old room.
dear me [she said],
barney is the best. i will wear blue all the time even though i'm a girl. my heart beats without me telling it to and that's pretty cool. i think people always feel better if you tell them you love them. i will always smile because i have dimples when i smile.
love,
me.
"did you write it?" she asked, and i told her i did, every word
with the chunky yellow pencil i'd fished out of my school bag.
i handed her the letter, and she folded it up carefully
and she smiled.
when my s
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Questions I Never Asked My Grandfather
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It's a sad end to a long and hard life, and I morbidly think to myself that if a political party stepped forth now with the legalization of euthanasia on its agenda, I'd vote for it. After two strokes and a hemorrhage, topped with severe senile dementia, what is the point of letting peo
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Alzheimer's
His house is made of crumbling slats
of rotted knotted oak
peeling paint
and weakened joints.
The wind blows unfettered
through unshuttered apertures
dragging fresh sunlight in
and memories away.
Even on the clearest days
he visits the front porch
less and less often.
He prefers to explore
those rooms further in
where tide and time have yet to reach.
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It's not quality. More of a quick tribute to someone else's poem.
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Oh, this made me laugh XD