“Good morning, Ted!”
“Good morning, Ned!”
“How are you on this fine morning, Ted?”
“I am bully, Ned! I have kept very busy this morning!”
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“Good morning, Ted!”
“Good morning, Ned!”
“How are you on this fine morning, Ted?”
“I am bully, Ned! I have kept very busy this morning!”
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I turn the apple
Over and over
In my hand,
Plain. Ordinary.
Hardened after some time and
Exposed to the air.
I remember what it used to smell like.
My dad would reek of the stuff.
It was as though he bathed in it.
The fumes must have been capable of permeating skin.
There are two types of,
Well, people I suppose, right?
Only two really.
Gently rolls the waves
Crashing is too strong a word
Licking the coastline
Continue reading “A Secluded Beach”
Blub blub glerg dub dub
I’m a fish underwater
Making little sounds
Continue reading “Fish Underwater”
Quickly deflating
The air escapes the balloon
Letting it go limp
Continue reading “Helium Balloon”
Dashing and running
And barreling through the snow
Chased by a madman
Continue reading “Running”