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Busted August 24, 2013

Posted by nrhatch in Humor, Magick & Mystery, Poetry, Word Play.
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The bust stared unseeing under crust of dust.

A sudden gust blew through the must of curtains hung in the distant mist of times past.


Called onto carpet threadbare, I fussed with my hair, mussed by thin air, ‘neath rusty glare and icy stare.

Cussed by chill breeze.

How did I land here?

The product of intent?
Spent passions?

Or the captive off-spring of “just lust”?

Aah . . . that’s better!

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Illustration:  Wikipedia ~ Pericles (in Public Domain)