Life's quirks can be quite confounding
Like why our feet never stop pounding
Or how a word can sound quite strange
When repeated it starts to derange
Absurdities, always abounding!
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Praying on the weak
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. It showed my lonely chambers, in the back of a cold church. It showed Alby Duncan and his daughter, Lucy, standing behind me. Alby had been a member of my flock so long that I remember Lucy being born. 19 years ago that was. It was always a delight to see them. Lucy smiled at me in the mirror. “Hello, Father Morris,” she says.
By Shane Dobbiea day ago in Fiction
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The ludicrously intelligent limerick. I love it...