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Fires roared through the house, consuming everything in their path
Leaving behind black charred remains of a lifetime together
All of those bits of the past turned to smoke as if an offering to a non-existent deity
Mumbling to himself, the former occupant of the home shuffled in his slippers down the street
Everyone would be worried about his dementia, but if he couldn’t have those memories, no one would.
Can’t believe just because I decided to have a bit of fun with this Russian chick that I’m now here
Under the full moon we made out for a while, and everything was cool till she invited me to her place
Really should have said no, but she was like too hot, so I went to her house
So that’s when it got really weird. Her house had feet. Chicken feet! I told her she was too freaky for me
Everything happened so quickly. She took offense, and needless to say, now I’m the one with damn chicken feet!
White Zinfandel sparkled in the glow of the fire
Its hints of sour apple and honey played with
Notes of pine and citrus. The calming taste helped with her stress level
Especially needed since she was watching her house burn
The two cats looked identical
When she called for one, both came
It made her wonder why someone gave them up to the shelter
Nighttime descended on her house, and she found out why
So that’s why they found their way back to the shelter, but she was never found
Nothing like home, that is such a true phrase
Except Bruce considered his house was just a collection of sticks
So it surprised no one when he one day just migrated away and never came back
The pair of swallows that moved in next enjoyed it so much more
Pushing a pile of it across her desk back in 2019
All she wanted was to bury her head and ignore the rest of it
Perhaps somehow find a wormhole in reality and fall in
Emerging in her house, free from any of those damn dead trees
Reality hit her during the pandemic. Electrons were even worse than …
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So what would you say if I told you that magic really does exist
That it surrounds you, but you don’t even notice it
Or that you probably have magic in your house right now
Really. Lean in close and let me tell you a secret
You only need to open a book and let it cast its spell on you
“And that’s when I asked about his heavy drinking past”
“Now that’s a new one. I never knew he did that.”
“Gonna confess, he doesn’t have one”
“Let me get this right, you asked someone about a past you know they didn’t have?”
“Everyone has a ghost, I just picked the wrong haunted house.”
So, obviously I have not been posting that much to my blog lately
Oh believe me, I wanted to keep publishing every day, but I had my reasons
Reason one, my professional life has demanded more of my time
Reason two, I needed to get a bunch of stuff done around my house
Yet the time is coming where I will return. Thank you, and please keep checking in
Diving deep under the covers to embrace sleep
Racing into a realm of magic, wonder, and amazement
Engaging in a disastrous discussion with a pompous platypus
As the house of cards you built burns because you only had two pair…
Maybe you should have not eaten that peperoni pizza before going to bed
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