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				January 5th 2016, 04:43 AM
			
			
			
		 
               
 
you can read the poem I was inspired by first
 
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		| THE GOOGIES ARE COMING The googies are coming, the old people say,
 To buy little children and take them away.
 Fifty cents for fat ones,
 Twenty cents for lean ones,
 Fifteen cents for dirty ones,
 Thirty cents for clean ones,
 A nickel each for mean ones.
 
 The googies are coming, and maybe tonight,
 To buy little children and lock them up tight.
 Eighty cents for husky ones,
 Quarter for the weak ones,
 Penny each for noisy ones,
 A dollar for the meek ones.
 
 Forty cents for happy ones,
 Eleven cents for sad ones.
 And, kiddies, when they come to buy,
 It won't do you any good to cry.
 But - just between yourself and I -
 They never buy the bad ones!
 
 -Shel Silverstein,
 *WHERE THE SIDEWALK ENDS (Harper and Row, 1974), p. 50,
 *Copyright 1974 by Evil Eye Music Inc.
 |  The googie came last night,
 The one we all told stories about
 She swiped me with a snap
 and just like that,
 I tumbled and landed in her sack
 She carried me away by foot
 I was the first on her list, but
 I shared the long journey
 With all the other neighborhood kids
 Together we smelled like slimy sardines
 Till she arrived to her home, a cave in the woods
 She sprang open the sack and one by one
 She yanked us out,
 Her long pointy fingernails piercing our tender ears
 She told us the story of humankind, the tale "The creepos and meanies"
 Then she told us good night
 And turned out the lights,
 As we lay huddled side by side
 Like lambs in the bitter cold
 We gather all the warmth we can trap
 And I can show you my fingers raw and red
 But I'm sure you can imagine the rest yourself.
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				January 5th 2016, 04:54 AM
			
			
			
		 
               
 
That was really great inspiration, and you wrote this really well!
  
            
               
 Do you ever get a little bit tired of lifeLike you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
 Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
 'Cause you gotta survive
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				January 5th 2016, 04:58 AM
			
			
			
		 
               
 
This is amazing! I love this.
  
            
               
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				January 5th 2016, 05:43 AM
			
			
			
		 
               
 
I like your source of inspiration and your poem made a good sequel!    
            
               
 If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
 Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts
 Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first
 The axe forgets, but the tree remembers
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				January 11th 2016, 01:53 AM
			
			
			
		 
               
 
thank you guys!
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