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Dreamcatcher
Over 90 days ago
0 miles · California

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For once pick your socks up off the floor..
And when you sleep try not to snore..
For cryin' out loud turn the TV down..
I need a beer.. I'm goin' to town..
That which is difficult to define or name..
Can only be given in clue..
While some hide and play the game..
It still depends on what you do..
Never settling onto the ground..
Wings that soar and fly around..
Things look different from above..
But never escape the pain of love..
And now your judging eyes found mine..
They haunt my soul all the time..
I wondered at the line I crossed..
And cry for everything I lost..
Not a king but maybe a Queen..
The best that's ever been..
Sadly though it isn't enough..
And I just have to call your bluff..
There is only one King in the end you see..
Uhhh.. think real hard.. yep.. it's me..
And then I am no longer blue..
More like a pale greenish hue..
I drank too much the night before..
And now I've made a mess on the floor..
As an alternative, to the fear they are fighting..
To lessen the dark you increase the lighting..
It helps to always keep your friends near..
For in the dark, the master is fear..
All of this heeling.. is giving me a feeling.. it leaves my head reeling.. because I am stealing.. the crown once again.. I win..
Just a minute.. not so fast..
Look behind you.. I am last..
I win again and always will..
So grab a chair.. a brew.. and chill.
Quote by 3rebels4
Boo! I win now! And what's up with the rhymes?


No rhymes? What could be worse than a world without verse? A blanket without a bed? A hat without a head? Butter without bread? What would be left instead?

Oh well.. guess I'll just try to fit in.. chin up and grin.. oh.. and one more thing.. I win...
No.. no.. no.. you're all wrong as can be..
I'm always at the end as you can plainly see..
The rest of you are way in front of me..
And now I know on the facts you all must agree..
That the winner is now and will always be DC...
Seine started running. She knew she had to hurry. The moon was rising and it wouldn't be long now. Her heart began beating hard and fast as her two legs vaulted her high in the air over the fallen redwood. Then just as the full moon cleared the horizon, her howl bellowed through the forest as she landed on all four legs. The hunt was on.
Each evening, Carl would sit on his porch drinking lemonade from his favorite mason jar. The glass somehow keeping the sugary sour ade pure and refreshing. The ice causing condensation to drip from the base as he drank in long gulps to ease the heat of the declining sun. His eyes always falling on the fields of wheat before him. The tops swaying in the breeze in synchronized waves in an ebb and flow motion. It reminded him of his love of the sea.