he was a hoary man
one whose hair was a slicked
field of black tobacco with
thick rows of skin between the herbs
he was a generous man
one whose lenient vivacity for life
had cost him a forefinger
and half of his right ear,
though he could still pull back the rake
he was a quiet man
one whose yellow-toothed grins
were found on the floor after sales
but had been discovered and used as fertilizer
with the rest of the garbage
he was a misconstrued man
one whose farm was sold to his neighbor
who bulldozed it
and built a gas station.















Comments
I like the part with the grins who were never discovered with the garbage. nice.
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"Well, bells ring and clocks will chime
Carefully keeping time
Id rather measure mine
By your heart"~ The Old Ceremony
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*shrug* so shoot me....
og når det blir grønt kan han ta seg et mys~
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I'm a Censor in the deviantART Psychonauts Crew!
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"Well, bells ring and clocks will chime
Carefully keeping time
Id rather measure mine
By your heart"~ The Old Ceremony
har ingen vindu han kan sjå ut ifrå~
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