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Brontosaurs breakfast and a poem



His sights were on captivate
The target was huge
But where was the heart

His sights were on mesmerize
The target  gyrated and radiated
He became disoriented

His sights were on beguile
Or were they
Anyway it looked too dangerous with
all those houses behind it

His sights were on charm
He couldn’t miss

He laid down his gun

He followed the sitting duck home


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6 responses »

  1. This . . .this is all kinds of wonderful! I’m smiling, I’m laughing, I’m thinking, I’m coming back to read it again. Thank you!

  2. It sounds as if his aim was faultless, and right on target. Did he succeed one wonders? 😉 xPenx

  3. Definitely some kind of wonderful. Unicorns and dinosaurs – you have a special universe, wath.


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