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[title] => Fusty Little Twig
[time] => 2017-11-27 06:23:39
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[bodytext] => Fusty Little Twig Into a pretty petite pool, we jumped; birds of the same quill giggling and splattering sprays of water, an innocent battle of ecstasy. Like light cotton candy rolls, melted seasons cascading yonder behind the dark mysterious mountains of years, so changed shades of the feather beyond recognition! Priorities of lives, reason to smile turned mortal so devious as one held possession of an old common fusty little twig in the pool, pet prideful priceless possession for few, willing to humiliate and kill even! Petite pool no more pretty, but a murky poignant, pitiful pool of tragic tainted season of life. Nevertheless, sat a wise old-timer up on the branch, went tweeting otherwise – “As the saying goes;” He said; “Doomed are those who shall revere thy proud possession as god - but GOD Himself; may it be a fusty little twig on earth…” “Ho! Whatever…” said the foolish bird in the pool and held on to its proud possession as god. ©FRANCO [comments] => 0 [counter] => 109 [topic] => 27 [informant] => Franco [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )
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