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Skink's Tail

The man who took the tail of a skink Is safe from the chocolate mink He stopped on foot to breathe to think The man who took the tail of a skink He gained the powers of the magical skink He grabbed the strange unknown link For now he could see with the violet eye He looked inside, to his surprise With cool, smooth scales Runs in swampy swales He ran to the home of the girl who once loved him To pay her a visit and see how she's been Through the dusty roads Dodging heavy loads His fast feet ran To go see her man To the white brick house The rain would douse He squeezed between two bricks To see if his hardy gal was hitched He couldn't see much from the floor No bugs and roaches or spiders or more The skink ran out the way he came Into the dusty, dry lane He found a way to perch on the sill After he climbed the clay hill He stared inside, motionless As he waited for his lovely tigress His imagination ran wild As her counter was tiled Rich and pretty and same for me? I don't know, we'll have to find out and see. He waited and waited without any glee The sun went down, out came the sea He failed to oblige the dry heat So when his princess came back He was a shriveled heap She didn't know what it was She swept it out just because She 'knew' the terrible luck a skink Would bring to someone on the brink The mummified skink decomposed As he sat and cried his poor woes The skink's tail gave him magic But the end result was tragic

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Date: 10/15/2020 9:22:00 PM
Your a natural story teller, very creative.
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