Derelict dad avoided the chore
He had more fun at the house next door
Couldn’t fix the pipes, the paint, the roof
His love had left, our home was proof
House not a home, just a war zone
Wills at odds, nasty tones
Broken down from the base to jetty
Called each other mean and petty
Sharp points flew from hinges rotten
No nook to hide for the little misbegotten
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The Ridges of Intertextuallity
by Lize Bard
book reviews galore
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Tales from the mouth of a wolf
Show the world what you possess
I have people to kill, lives to ruin, plagues to bring, and worlds to destroy. I am not the Angel of Death. I'm a fiction writer.
Words of Wonder, Worry and Whimsy
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
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