“Can I borrow your saber for a second?”
“Okay, first I don’t own a saber. Second, why?”
“Really want to open this bottle of champagne.”
“Know what, let’s go buy one. I want to see if you succeed or chop your hand off.”
Can’t stand having something around my neck
Only I don’t get much choice in this gig
Living for the church was not going to be my style
Living dead come into the equation
And I had to sign up, so now I’m a holy man
Relax baby, I only baptize with a shotgun and cross with my saber
Abdi Mohammed
The Art of Prose and Poetry
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Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
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Things I love, typically with people I love. Will likely be hiking, baking, and doing other things that make me happy.
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