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This works best if you read it out loud."Pinkie, you're out of control! You can't stay here any longer!" Rainbow Dash was furious. Pinkie Pie had broken her favorite shotglass.
"I'm super sorry, Dashie!" wailed Pinkie. "I just got out of control for a minute, and-"
"And what?" shouted Rainbow Dash. "This was your last chance. Get OUT! Now!" She forcefully escorted Pinkie Pie to the front door, and kicked her onto the stoop.
Pinkie Pie sat there stunned for a few moments, then began crying a bit. Dash, however, was fully enjoying the solitude again, as she placed a DVD of "Colts and the Foals Who Love Them 2". In a few minutes' time, she heard a gentle rapping at the door.
"What?" she sighed annoyedly.
"It's starting to rain, Dashie. I want to come in," sniveled Pinkie.
" 'I want to come in'..." sighed Rainbow Dash.
__________'s Song I hear the drizzle of the rain
It's rained all day for the past couple of days now. I've been shut inside, with little to do other than play some records.
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm, continuing,
Tapping on my roof and walls.
Little to do other than play some records and think. Think about where I'm going, what I'm doing with myself, and especially about something that could have been.
And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England where my heart lies.
She got home okay. She is in a place where she's safe from a danger that doesn't exist.
I wonder if she thinks I don't still think about her?
My mind's distracted and diffused,
My thoughts are many miles away.
It was only a couple of precious weeks in which we loved each other. We opened up. She shared her life with me, and I with hers.
They lie with you when you're asleep
And kiss you when you start your d
It's innocence.It's innocence. That's what it is.
Hanging out and
Significant Others and
Paying bills and
Keeping up with the Joneses and
The opposite of innocence is not guilt. It is adulthood.
Let the Sparrows InI.
Blackbirds rest on the power lines,
their silhouettes form the notation
to a dawn song set on the sheet music
of telephone poles contrasted by the sun.
Curled leaves are land mines littered
on the lawn where imprints of twigs
and a nurturing robin's tracks collect.
Branchlets and leaflets stem from
porch step railings and mailboxes;
the numbers read odd on the east,
even on the west side of the asphalt:
The engraved letters on
the siding reads, "Davis."
This house is home to family
so let the sparrows in.
with its branching hallways
furniture rooted to the floor
family, friends, the occasional
out from home.
Let the sparrows in; let
Let the door's
loosen—let the door stand ajar
be let open
the night owls and
let the doves
in pairs in the iridescent
Let the sparrows in.
Framed on either side
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