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There once was a boy wearing purple socks
who lived all alone in a carton box
He slept in a garden down the hill
where violets bloomed while the time stood still...

his only friend was a silver bat
who could not fly cos he was so fat
they played all day and they slept all night
and cared less what was wrong or right

one Monday night came a brownish snake
luring the bat with a smile so fake
the boy wasn't able to compete
and was left to admit his own defeat

then the violets died and the carton flew
and the little boy we were keen on grew
so my story ends in a boring way
cos it's not a fairy-talish cliché...
Once Upon an unfairy-talish time...

just like the stories I used to tell you...
GargoylesBlood Featured By Owner Oct 11, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
:shamrock: "Now this is something I can enjoy reading again." :shamrock:
fletchergull Featured By Owner Oct 11, 2009  Professional Writer
thanks a gazillion...
actually when I write it I was soo proud of it...
it's my first time I feel this way, and I don't know why :P
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