Staged to look like a murder, We run towards the sun, The worlds gaze turns westwards, Joining us our escape run. Bang…….. bang………… Bang…. Silence falls onto autumn clearing, leaves falling from where they hang, Lone buck falling. Survival met for another night, Still on the run, Mending myself from a fight, Drinking a fifth…
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Mr. Monk’s Adventures
There was an otter named Monk, he lived by the river and fished every day. His friends passed him by saying, “how do you do, Monk” each day about half past noon. By dinner time Monk would have about 8 to 12 fish and would take them back to his small den, divvy them up,…
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