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by Dr.Moose1
To cast off ties
That earthly bind
And free the soul
To lift the mind
Unfettered flight
Of spirit soar
We shall dwell
In dark no more
Examine thoughts
Stripped free of guile
Seen unshrouded
Lament this while
In light of truth
Where less is more
I pause at yet
Another door
(Or Am I Playing With A Full Deck?)
by Dr.Moose1
Fear and awe
Assail me
For here is that
I wished to see
Confronted thus
For now I flee
Quite daunting this
Reality
In time most brief
To return again
This quest is one
That has no end
Such weighed beliefs
On scale of fact
Oft' are measured
By what they lack
I keep telling you Moose
That you should not be loose
The world outside the "Stute
Ain't for us right thinking fruits
Don't go out there no more
Don't go out that front door
It's safest inside here
Where we know what to fear
O.K., I can't take it anymore.This
was written in two parts
to see if anyone would notice there
were only 52 words in
each part, a "double
decker".Thanks for all the comments,
see you in the "Stute'
Ah... you are a crafty fellow
there Dr. Moose. 52 words indeed!
But if you noticed my second
response has but only 44 words.
That's because I don't play with
crazy eights and there can be
but one king of the 'Stute, so
they are gone from my deck as
well. Hence 44! Nobody shall
ever accuse me of playing
with a full deck... and if you
check your cards you'll find
your twos are missing. Now go fish cause I haven't
any jacks.
Andrew,
A reply as crafty as my verse
But this just makes these matters
worse
If my twos are missing, how can this
be thus
At last count there were four of us
The route of four cannot be three
Oh no, this can never be
So if I have this figured right
They're not gone, just out of sight
Are you saying my good Moose
That your sleeves are rather
loose
And it's your quick hand so
slight
That your twos are out of sight?
Well, my cards are on the table
Each Sportin' the bicycle label
And don't you never mind the
colors
Each different from the others
Now draw! And I don't mean with
ink.
I'm watching closely. No I won't
blink.
I'm calling your hand. No way
you'll win!
What! A Five-of-a-kind! All
Justin.
Andrew,
I this place that we have met
Would you expect an even bet?
What's up my sleeve is but an arm
No cause there for such alarm!
Now in my heads another tale
With which soon I will regale
Of fact and fiction intertwined
For now I've just mis-placed my mind
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