If the Shoe Fits (two)

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If the Shoe Fits

“I like Cinderella, I really do. She has a good work ethic.
I appreciate a good, hard-working gal. And she likes shoes.
The fairy tale is all about the shoe at the end, and I’m a big shoe girl”
Amy Adams

 

Little Red Riding Shoes

Meanwhile, in the deepest of forests, a young girl was on her way to the shoemakers house.

Hop, skip and a twirl,
Little Red Riding Shoes was about to hurl!
Too much fun, pardon the pun
Can cause a headache most foul
And make your stomach scream and growl!

To be continued…

If the Shoe Fits (one)

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If the Shoe Fits

“I like Cinderella, I really do. She has a good work ethic.
I appreciate a good, hard-working gal. And she likes shoes.
The fairy tale is all about the shoe at the end, and I’m a big shoe girl”
Amy Adams

The Evil Red Shoe Queen

“Mirror mirror on the wall
Am I still the evilest of them all?
And more precisely, are my shoes
The shiniest in the world?

The Red Shoe Queen demanded the mirror.

An image appeared into the mirror’s glass and with an evil grin responded:

“Undoubtedly, you are quite evil, my dearest Queen. But, there is another….”

The Queen stared at the mirror, wanting it to crack, from a mere look.

Full Moon (one)

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“We ran as if to meet the moon.”
― Robert Frost

Full Moon

Full moon of March
Appeared, fully charged
Beware,
Of monsters about
Or you may end up
With a hurt snout

Full Moon (two)

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“We ran as if to meet the moon.”
― Robert Frost

Full Moon

As the Earth is churning
The moon’s a turning
From sight, disappearing
Daylight lurking
And soon
The sun will be burning

Full Moon (three)

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“We ran as if to meet the moon.”
― Robert Frost

Full Moon

Fading,
Into the dark skies
Only thing remaining
Shadows and darkness

Dense (two)

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“My house. It’s kind of eccentric.
It’s two decades worth of accumulated personal projects.
Yeah, it is pretty dense in my house”
Douglas Coupland

Dense

Streets filled with people
Streets filled with clutter
Even the odd beagle
In the centre will hover

A densely populated market
It’s an easy target
For the lone tourist
Looking for more than nourishment

Dense (three)

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“My house. It’s kind of eccentric.
It’s two decades worth of accumulated personal projects.
Yeah, it is pretty dense in my house”
Douglas Coupland

Dense

It is hard to define
The suburban skyline
Buildings, cranes and clouds
It all seems, kind of loud
Trying to be proud
But all the density
Just makes me feel itchy
So, with a big eraser
Sharp, as a laser
Sculpting my own design
A view, quite refined

Dense (five)

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“My house. It’s kind of eccentric.
It’s two decades worth of accumulated personal projects.
Yeah, it is pretty dense in my house”
Douglas Coupland

Dense

A street view,
Into a dense forest
If you want to get through
Bring a chorus
You can’t go wrong
When you sing a song
With the task at hand
You’ll eventually land
Into an enchanted place
In another space
And time

Dense (four)

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“My house. It’s kind of eccentric.
It’s two decades worth of accumulated personal projects.
Yeah, it is pretty dense in my house”
Douglas Coupland

Dense

Hidden, in the dense woods
A little red house, alone stood
Trying to find it, every one would
But not even Robin Hood
Knew, where to look

Dense (one)

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“My house. It’s kind of eccentric.
It’s two decades worth of accumulated personal projects.
Yeah, it is pretty dense in my house”
Douglas Coupland

Dense

Today’s cloud density
Filled with such energy
You can feel the intensity
Filling the sky
And this city