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Honey, You left a sock In the dryer A white sock In the dryer A patterned sock In the dryer There are mice On the sock Dancing mice On the sock Frolicking mice On the sock They've pretty colours Those little mice They've pink colours Those little mice They've cheery colours Those little mice You shouldn't have put it in the dryer That sock with dancing frolicking mice You shouldn't have put it in the dryer That sock with pink cheery colours You shouldn't have put it in the dryer It will shrink the sock, the mice, and their colours. Honey, You shouldn't have put it in the dryer This is not my sock.

Am I alone now? No. Not quite. Never really alone. You're there, aren't you? I know you are. You're always there. All I have to do is close my eyes and think of you. And you're there. The rest of them don't know. They think you've died. Nonsense, you would say. They think I should move on. It's been a year, they say. I need to get out, they say. Do something with my life. I should start dating, mom said. Dating? Someone like me? No. Nonono. Nonsense. Not with you still around. Yes, it's not all that bad. It could be far worse. Far worse. It's Marie, you see. She doesn't leave her room. I've only seen her twice in the last couple of da

I know not how that you were born, Nor not how you grew up, I know not what your fortunes were, 'Till now, since you were pup. I know not how you celebrate, Nor do I know with whom, But let good fortune smile on you, and stay yours 'till your tomb.

The Boy By Lydia Moorlag "Up pig!" The boy looked at them all in fear from a distance. There were four of them. He was only afraid of two of them, but these two were enough to make him stay right where he was. They were not far from him, simply standing there. Three of them had hats, but there was one with a rope around him whose hat had been taken. The boy was not sure whether he was capable of looking in their direction again and he did not have the inclination to try. Instead, he attempted to look away and not see what was unfolding right before his eyes. He could still hear their voices as they cut through the silence with their never-e

"It had gotten dark. The bark under my fingers was rough and cold in the moonlight. I did not see much, but there was not much to see. Trees, maybe. And rocks. There was certainly no path, I had lost the path hours ago. It just kept getting darker. At first, I couldn't believe it had happened, but the night swallowed me whole, completely unexpected. Before I knew it, green was black, brown was black, all was black. Even I had become black and I couldn't find the path, let alone what I was looking for in the first place. There did not seem to be an end to all the darkness. I knew it was just night, I suspected the day would come. But somehow,

When I look in the mirror, I see someone I have come to know, but will never understand. Someone who has gone through a lot and changed in the proces. I see a woman who tried to change who she was, and succeeded. But now, I am not sure wether I like the change I see. There are the advantages of age and wisdom, yes, but was it worth everything? There never used to be such a sunken and tired eye, with such a grave and stern outlook on the world. A harsh face, surrounded by the fiery red of her hair and a mouth that smiles when it's being told to, but lacks the ability to speak tender and true, like in the old days. Now, the words are sylized, s