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The Deamon Faire

Contributed by charlax on Monday, 21st July 2014 @ 02:53:20 PM in AEST
Topic: abstract



The Deamon Faire
The Deamon Faire
The Deamon Faire
a paroday of a novel
the awful ugly was moving slightly impaired in the fire was slowing it down
it was the deamon faire come to the home
the little child asleep in the hay
the pussy willow cat came to catch the deamon faire
she crept near the crypt
the deamon faire lumbered near the mill
the mill was turning wheel almost captured pussy willows tale
she sounded like a deamon cat all wound upp and upp too bat
indeed the deamon faire looked like a hairy bat in a suit with the tie
the cat pounced at the deamon faire and missed the splash was a wet pussy willow cat
she hissed the deamon faire sounded just like this
a long burning howl pulled over a wool scarf then turned into a screech
the outreach tried to reach the scene of the crime was an old pond milling and lumbering and long
overgrown ivy trailing
meandering overblown moss
the author was right up to this point and then she lost her train of thought the end of the book never tells us exactly what happened to the
The Deamon Faire
ed,note,ed
did you read Faire as FAIR or FAIRY oh what a Happy Birthday Paroday
a real live dead poet charlax poetry poem




Copyright © charlax ... [ 2014-07-21 14:53:20]
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Re: The Deamon Faire (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Monday, 21st July 2014 @ 02:57:28 PM AEST
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interesting with great images, if cleaned up a bit it would be so beautiful...

hugs n' love nessa




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