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DopeBeastie
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Quite clearly the wide-eyed doe in the one-out headlight
trusts
trucks love her.
How honest, she?
How lovely?
Quite clearly the doe in the headlights has life.
Instinct leaking for buck.
Protection.
Trucks
Deflection
A spirit floating in the air to see what life became.
trusts
trucks love her.
How honest, she?
How lovely?
Quite clearly the doe in the headlights has life.
Instinct leaking for buck.
Protection.
Trucks
Deflection
A spirit floating in the air to see what life became.
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But then You make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what You got
When all You've got is hurt
----
Underneath this smile lies everything
All my hopes and anger, pride and shame
thx much
way past bedtime, way past time,
a thousand stars in a clear kansas sky,
were witness and no less
was my eagerness to go home.
sudden was existence
of the doe
in windshield she did spurt
the clearest
yes, vitrous humour splashed across the lighted view.
i called the hypo when i was home,
declined the road kill,
reclined as a tired man will,
remembering to this day,
the sadness of the passing of the doe.
hello rachel!
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
hello to you
Si, see, nice to see, Senorita!
I was going swimming....the nearby pool was closed
last sunday....my first swimming day of winter....
I had to walk to the aquatic centre....
next to the house I'd viewed on Friday
(hoping to get a garden for my lost dog)....
she was a little pug-faced dog called daisy
I rounded the corner on Woniora road,
after debating jaywalking and weighing the
benefits of being on the left or right side of the road....
the left won, and I crossed lamenting the lack of lights..
I steeled myself for the long walk up the
winding hill.....my knapsack bouncing on my back lightly
she was a pug-faced puppy called daisy
with a bright pink, heart tag, collar....
I saw her at the lights, her Chinese owner
had her unleashed.....and then like a ghost
she started crossing in front of the oncoming traffic....
I was stunned.....why didn't the guy stop her....
it happened so slowly.....a big four-wheel drive
ran over her, and my heart stopped beating
she tumbled like a judo wrestler thrown
and jumped up onto her fours again
some saintly boys were across the road
whistling and clicking to her....she looked drunk.....
as soon as I could, I reached the group of bystanders and
daisy, the pug-faced puppy with buggy eyes
(hair the colour of my carpet and its stains).....
'he was smiling - did you see his face?'
one boy said, as they knelt down to minister
to the brave, frightened.....bug-eyed dog....
I took her home - they were going somewhere....
a few hours later, I got through to the number on her
collar, after she had thoroughly inspected and approved
of my apartment, and when she was treating me like her saviour,
I got through to Monica, and hoped my disapproval
came out in my tone of voice.....
she was a bug-eyed puppy called daisy
ISN: way cute story... like a folk song, too. I liked the part where the boys asked the dog if she'd seen the driver's face. Nice. I like the tags