Category: Confusion
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The Unfinished Lover’s Lament
The violets are blue, the roses, red. She loves me, he loves me not. What if the roses were yellow instead? Would that make love differ? Possibly
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Slippery Ooh Aah!
Ognar Rance frantically looked through the tidy drawers in his garden shed, desperately searching for the syringe he’d used to add his ‘special blend’ formula into his dynamic strength plant food in readiness for the council’s forthcoming Nature’s Makeover competition. ‘Ah,’ he realised, suddenly, ‘the greenhouse… I was in there with it with the tomatoes!’…
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Roses. A Comprehensive Guide.
As the day of love approaches, we at the Mansionic Perspective sent an investigative reporter to investigate and report on the many varieties of roses that are available, and their possible meanings when sent to a doe eyed recipient. The investigative reporter, unfortunately, was busy, and, unfortunately, Thomasina was available, so we sent her. Unfortunately.…
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Time and Again
Oftentimes And then again Somewhere near And somewhen then On golden morn Mid afternoon In daylight’s glow Upon a Full Moon After Spring Maybe mid July I sit and ponder And wonder why.
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No, Not Yet
Alison slipped through the crack in the revolving door unnoticed and found herself on the otherside. The room, filled with gravestones and wild flowers made her shudder. The indoor rain didn’t help either. A whirring clanking noise behind her made her turn, just as the room’s robotic guardian knelt to stare her in the eye.…
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