What is this I see?
But an Alien greeting me.
He was wanting to explore,
But what excited we have in store.
A yummy diary treat will be our stop,
So much ice cream the Alien could pop!
Cones, sundaes, splits and shakes
It's enough to make one quake!
So many flavors to choose from,
The Alien might go numb!
Once he's had his tasty snack,
He willgo home and pack.
Until next time Alien friend!
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Rebecca Hackney
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
By D. J. Reddall5 days ago in Fiction
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