Monday, June 16, 2014

5473. TOO SURE IN HELL

TOO SURE IN HELL
Your haphazard handle is okay by me. I'm no wizard
though my lance is a magic wand. Yes, that will have
to do. All that time I spent in Benghazi, it hasn't left
a trace. I drink plain tea with my left hand while the
other holds my knife. You can never be too sure
in Hell.
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Jimmy cracked corn and I don't care? How's that
go? What's that mean? The story line is here being
written  -  by that two-headed reporter with one
foot in the water. I'll read her story in the Post
later on. 
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There was girl, a pretty girl, on I saw in Capetown
twirling. She sang with angels and danced with hoops.
I know, I saw, I watched. Free-spirited, she said she 
was, as I looked on and had to believe her.

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