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A Great ParadeIt is lonely out here on this farm, don't you know. And we cannot make trips to the neighbor's, our friends: They are gone, newlyweds now have moved in their place Who would only be bothered by grandpa and me.A Great Parade
It is lonely out here on this farm, don't you know. I'm so blessed to have Lassie for company here
When your grandpa is out in the fields with the cows, And the hummingbirds visit me twice in a day.
In a roar they will come like a squad, don't you know. I can hear them a mile away from the house, In a blur of the brightest and sharpest of pitch, Just a'comi
by ~skymon
The '78 Cherry Creek UFOA purple haze Observed or imagined, The dead were remembered that night.The '78 Cherry Creek UFO
The atmosphere gave way to a craft So simple and sublime in shape. It disengaged gravity's hold And alighted softly upon the treetops.
The black body was adorned
With three glowing white spheres Which cast strong shadows through the trees, A bright trinity beneath the sky.
The craft found my parents On their way home. My father cut the headlights And coasted into the ballpark,
But the spheres chased them.
My mother hid underneath the dash, I
by ~skymon
Never Been a Fantatic PlayerI’m not a fantastic euchre player, but that is what makes the game enjoyable for me. I’m a novice at best, never hearing about the game until college. My befriended Michiganders were appalled at my ignorance of this staple Midwest past time, and while over the past two years I’ve learned the game pretty well, I have never grasped the severity of it. My strategy is to take risks against the odds, take calls that make me the underdog, smirk when I beat out probability and shrug when I don’t. It’s haphazard, but it’s so much more pleasing than always going with the sure beNever Been a Fantatic Player
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Blood and SundressesI walked out of the bathroom into the narrow hallway of our trailer, careful to close the door behind me. The knob’s been busted for as long as I can remember: you have to be turning the handle while you close it. I brushed my index finger across the bottom of my nose and looked at it. No blood. I sniffed a few times and headed towards the fridge, holding a towel up around my waist with my right hand and attempting to dry my hair with the left. “You were in there for quite a while,” Mark said. He was lounging in an old plaid recliner at the front of the tBlood and Sundresses
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- Current Residence: Cherry Creek, NY
- Interests: Video games, snowboarding, Pringles
- Favourite band or musician: O.A.R.
- Favourite artist: Athey (bakaneko.com), my first inspiration
- Favourite poet or writer: Philip Pullman
- Shell of choice: I hate when people put "clam shell!" or something stupid here.
- Skin of choice: Or "mine!" here.
- Favourite game: Animal Crossing
- Favourite gaming platform: GameCube
- Favourite cartoon character: Jim Hawking (Outlaw Star)
- Personal Quote: "Dun worry. I did this in a video game once."
- Tools of the Trade: Pencils, erasers, Sharpies, Micrografix Pic Publisher and Photoshop 4.
- Email: Skymon64@yahoo.com
- AIM: Skymon3K
- MSN: Skymon3K@hotmail.com
- Yahoo: Skymon64
- ICQ: 18974283
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