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Grief

My grief is molasses

Dark, sticky, and sweet

I suck on it like candy

Until it dissolves

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Labels: 17 Words Sorrow

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Chopsticks I sit at the piano Fingering the keys Hoping to inspire Some poetry FG FG EG EG DB DB CC I wonder if Chopin Knew at the time When composing Chopsticks He wrote it in rhyme Words: ©2020LCR Image: © Museum of the Night A quick little ditty for: The Sunday Muse #97

Beware the Goblin Men

Beware the Goblin Men "Come buy, come buy" the goblins cry Promising fruit so sweet and fine But Lizzie knew unfamiliar fruit Was left better on the vine Else it should take root in soil A hungry hollow filled How gleeful goblin does beguile While the rotten seed is spilled But little Laura was convinced New flavours there to try Even without a single coin She found a way to buy And sucked and licked the luscious fruit Juices dripping down her chin The goblins left poor Laura In a state of coy chagrin For once tasted naught again No longer she heard their cry The goblin men had no need Of what Laura could not supply Lizzie watched her sister fade From the poison she had drunk The only antidote she found Was fashioned out of spunk So off she went to meet the men To gather what she sought But not a single taste had she Of what could not be bought And the goblin men were angry Because Lizzie was unafraid Their devious ploy was foiled By the sister who never strayed So maids bew...

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