Anne Shirley
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Cows Toungue.
The children don’t like that meat. Crying, and spluttering that it is not right to eat that part of an animal. Eating cattle tongue has never seemed wrong to us before.
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- 605 reads
My Mama Said.
I don’t believe in right. My Mama always said there was no such thing. Only different shades of grey, she said. I love my Mama, but she was wrong about grey. There’s colours.
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It was a worm.
It was a worm. I walked past. Didn’t stand on it. But I walked past. Well I would have moved it, but to touch that pulsating pink? It swelled, a sad tube on the concrete.
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- 558 reads
Glory Of Butterflies.
Invited over to yours, sweet tea to drink and biscuits to crunch. Above our heads, across your walls the beautiful body’s of butterflies. Framed, hung, displayed.
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In her white dress.
In her white dress she pretends, that she is not the type, for men to win in fights Behind golden curls, although blue her eyes slide quickly, from one to another just like any other slut.
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- 520 reads