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dark ride

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your breath
bated

toothsome

a rainbow chorus
of seventy six
velvet draped

anvils
dropped gently
swiftly 
on itsy bitsy toes

2015-Rene

Comments

  1. you are making my toes ache rene...
    boom boom boom...

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  2. Ouch...the toes will never be the same!!

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  3. Great ending! A dark ride indeed if toes are left squashed.

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  4. Ouch I actually pulled in my toes at the menace of the velvet covered anvil.. great and painful imagery.

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  5. I love the words you've chosen. And of course going with the number 76 made me think of the Music Man, though I think this clown's treachery goes beyond a simple con.

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  6. I agree with everyones pain :-) Nice write!
    ZQ

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  7. Ha ha I'm ve heard of "an ironic fist pump n a velvet glove " before but dont you think this is just taking things a little too far ??

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  8. I always thought fun fairs had the propensity to be dark..nicely captured!

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  9. Velvet draped anvils ~ what a visual! I enjoyed this, Rene!

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  10. fun style! Totally dig the vivid imagery!

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  11. I like that. . . .sometimes a crowd starts to feel like a violent cartoon.

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  12. Quirky and delightful...as always...

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