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Rarities

A Poem About the Uncommon

By Kristen BalyeatPublished 4 years ago • Updated 4 years ago • 1 min read
Top Story - February 2023
Rarities
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Living centurions.

4 leaf clovers.

Lifetime love.

Fresh leftovers.

Shooting stars.

Volcanic eruptions.

Solar eclipses.

No interruptions.

UFOs. Ghosts. Tidal waves.

Someone you can't offend.

Man walking on the moon.

Finding the rainbow's end.

Honest politicians.

Lawyers who don't lie.

Winning ticket for the lottery.

Peregrine falcons that can't fly.

Prosperity from beckoning cats.

A wishbone wish come true.

A rabbit’s foot that brings good luck.

Protection from an iron horseshoe.

Needle in the haystack.

Eye doctor without an eye.

Babies sleeping through the night.

A cockroach that will die.

An iceburg that’s not melting.

An ocean with no trash.

Getting struck by lightning.

Stumbling on loads of cash.

Thunder in a snowstorm.

More wine inside the bottle.

Fossils in your backyard.

A car driving without a throttle.

Peace throughout the earth.

Queen bee living on her own.

A pine tree with no needles.

Non-creepy garden gnomes.

Nightingale that doesn’t sing.

Sunflowers with no petals.

Musical staff without a note.

Tin man not made of metal.

Rose without a thorn.

Snowflake that’s not unique.

Fortune cookie that tastes good.

A mediocre mountain peak.

A flame without a moth.

Ideas without a brain.

A clown that isn’t scary.

A horse without a mane.

A rooster that isn’t cocky.

Grave without a stone.

Explorer without a map.

A dog without a bone.

A kettle that doesn't whistle.

A carnival that’s not fun.

Keys in the place they should be.

The laundry being done.

Finding a lucky penny.

A unicycle without a wheel.

A toddler that will eat his dinner and

wont complain about the meal.

No wrinkles when you're old.

Chopping onions without a cry.

Beating the house in Vegas.

Fried chicken without a thigh.

Fresh breath after eating garlic.

An ant without a hill.

Leaving the last bite of ice cream.

A duck without a bill.

Rare as they may be,

time to time they do appear-

Just sleep with one eye open

and keep your camera near.

fact or fictionlist

About the Creator

Kristen Balyeat

Words fly to me on the wind, bump me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.

Also, i love you:)

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    Written by Kristen Balyeat