HenCharlie brought the axe and I brought the Hen Sitting on the stump outside Mary glaring in Whatcha doin with the axe gonna hurt that hen? No, Mary, it's all right never 'twas a sin.Hen
FrozenA two-piece puzzle remains apart, a concept unknown of the heart. Soul rejected, yet no question, no suggestion, thus no rejection. Out of the pit, no one hear, though within, the goal is clear. Dreams themselves still play out, but no signals leave a doubt. Why this way? What could one say? What do these blank faces know?, their looks seem not to show. So then I know not how to grow, and soul stays frozen in its snow.Frozen
Super-size Me Now dead, or so we think, it bleeds grease instead of blood, dark stains on the paper it is wrapped in, like edible mud. That was just what the rivals wanted you to think, the cashier assured him. These burgers were as dead as a sink. The customer ordered a super-sized burger, a small salad, and a diet pop, not aware that a single salad leaf, too, acted as a wilted fat mop.Super-size Me
Days and months passed this way, with grease and fat piling up, yet always a diet, sometimes caffeine-free, drink in his cup. Therefor, on a Sunday afternoon, fresh from chapel,
Conflicted
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The good old days weren't always good, and tomorrow's not as bad as it seems!
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