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What to SayWe were both young when I first saw you I close my eyes And the flashback starts I'm standing there On a balcony in summer airWhat to Say
See the lights See the party, the ball gowns I see you make your way through the crowd And say hello, little did I know
That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles And my daddy said stay away from Juliet And I was crying on the staircase Begging you please don't go, and I said
Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
by ~cherrybush
The Fool laughs at dinnerAs Nathaniel left his room, an argument managed still to ensue. “Nat, you need to brush your hair.” “Mom....” “Nat! You’re not a baby anymore, no whining! Why don’t you get that comb your uncle gave you that you never use? Wet it and bring all of it to one side - like this.” She smoothed his baby-fine hair towards one ear. “All right, all right,” he muttered, shaking free of his mother’s grasp. He dug out the comb but left it useless on the side of the sink, brushing his hair distractedly to the side with his damp hands, then gloating as hisThe Fool laughs at dinner
by ~cherrybush
The Fool laughs at youIt was six am, but no one in Nathaniel’s family would know. The clocks, all set for 9 am, would ring in an hour, as they were supposed to, but his parents would wake up to see 10:00 blaring back at them from every bright red digital face. He giggled to himself, splatting brown-painted hands over the windows of his parents’ cars, waiting for them to dry into the rusty color of old blood. Oh, would they have a great day at work, especially with the lovingly crafted and doctored Michigan University bumper sticker that now said “haM icing”. Giggling madly, he crept back into the house with his special fortune cookie slips. IntThe Fool laughs at you
by ~cherrybush
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THANK YOU!
And thank you for your delightfully nitpicky comments on Nat's story. He is a high schooler, I was just trying to make his mother SEEM like she's five feet above him. I guess it was from reading In God We Trust so much, the author does stuff like that with his father all the time. Maybe if I exaggerate her height to a mile it'll seem clearer.
THANK YOU SO MUCH! YIPPEE!
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A day without laughter is a day wasted.
The greatest courage is to be happy.
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I bide my time, I play the games
While darker blood runs through my veins
I wait the day that I can show
The demon that is Kabuto.
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if you steal my art, you will be dragged off in the night and dissected, inch by inch, with a rusty scalpel
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"I'll deal with you myself, Bigwig.There's no need to take you back."
"Come on and try, you crack-brained slave driver!"
-Bigwig and General Woundwort, Watership Down
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"I'll deal with you myself, Bigwig.There's no need to take you back."
"Come on and try, you crack-brained slave driver!"
-Bigwig and General Woundwort, Watership Down
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