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Those dead minks with the holes where the eyes went
They were both eaten in closets in the sixties right?
Do you remember those moth balls and the hat boxes?
I am going through an old memory of grandma’s closet.
It was crazy dark back in there; it felt like mice were lurking.
I remember the old person smells of stinky perfume.
And grandpa’s cologne. We played under the racks.
It was a time of discovery; I was a pirate in there.
I miss this sometimes. My closet is not half as lovely.
I especially miss putting my fingers in and out of the eye holes
Of those stiff smelly dead minks with the fur that was molting.
Why she kept these I do not know. Possibly were her mother’s?
So what are the Rule's ?
You wish to place place this wager on ?
And how is the Jury then to Judge ?
Your Bank Account
Your Real Estate
Your Stocks and Share's
Minks and Furs
Supercars , Jewel's and Gold
Versus
My 2nd Mortgage
10 year old Car
Overdrafts
And rising Credit Card Bills
Based on this alone I fear you win this wager
Hands down no contest
But what if we raised the stakes
To what we could actually
take with us to our grave
Like Friends and Family
Those we have blessed
Lives we had touched
I fear my Foe
The Currency in Death you shall seek
Will not be measured
In Money and Gold
But rather in Deed's and Actions
And whether or not you will be missed
There are monks marching to Washington
Enduring; they persevere, their perstience
long'
There actions to me echo.' Back maybe my call..
For a peoples peace day, they will arrive on the twenty eighth of Februrary before the power halls, just over a month and April will arrive..My indication is the second day.'
For requesting worldwide, that people make a call fir peace, fools days myst be put behind us, Jesus grant release, are these minks a sign of a deep desire? A world of longing, kindling this small fire.?
Anyone can mark the day i note send a card recognising peace.' Cast your worthy
Vote, have a psrty..You do not need me.'
Just a heart for change, that some
good may be.'
( invest in peace it cost so little" yet enriches
Us all )
Written By: D. Collins 6/30/25
I'll be in a place of pleasure where wind soothes my bald head.
Far from the concrete jungles and snow-shoveling homesteads.
I'll be in the ocean with waves crashing all up against me.
Tasting salt water with nothing but sand under my feet.
A quiet place of pleasure sipping umbrella drinks.
Leaving bitter cold for those who love their minks.
I will lay in the sun and turn a dark, bronze red.
Do power walks on the beach versus working instead.
Learn to build sandcastles to amaze everyone's eyes.
Breathe that sigh of relief I've waited for all my life.
I can smell it, taste it, and gather it into my reach.
The next time you'll see me it will be at the beach.
She was like a big doll, he thought,
As he watched her standing stoically
So prominent in the window display.
A window shopper looked in. So attractive, he thought.
Suddenly all reminiscent ideas fled,
As she had disappeared from view.
He walked towards the window display.
There was the dummy wearing a coat
With a large mirror behind it.
Not a coat of fashion, though around the neck
It had some expensive fur, a mink no doubt.
It was not beyond his means really.
He mused whether he would dare offer it to her.
But he hardly knew her and was not rich really,
Just a poor latrine attendant with no schooling.
Dreams! He was a fool for out of the shop
She came wearing the coat and she was not alone.
A hunk of a man strode confidently with her.
He looked back at the window now without the coat.
Only the mirror remained. His face leered back at him.
Was his face that ugly that he resembled a mink?
Ah well, even minks have a loving mate!
There’s an animal park
A half-hour away
Where we went, for the first time,
With Henry today.
I was skeptical, but
It was worth what we paid,
For meandering paths
Lined with trees giving shade,
Led to animals you’d
Not expect to be there.
There were lions and tigers
And more than one bear.
We saw tortoises, emus
And gators and skinks,
Ponies, monkeys, giraffes
And chinchillas (no minks).
Varied tropical birds,
Porcupines, foxes, sheep,
Pumas, jaguars and vultures,
With many asleep.
Still, we strolled and enjoyed
Creatures far from each lair,
Likely wondering how
They had ended up there.
Magnificent marauders masquerading magically might mean
Messy mollusks masticate marbled marigolds momentarily.
Maybe.
Moreover, momentous mosquitoes might make marvelous mini-muffins mixing marmalade momentarily.
Meanwhile
Minnie made monthly memories merely medicating masses
Mediocre men mysteriously manufactured man-made missals
Might mean
Millionaires mystify magical muggles’ meager melodies making
Magnifying, mollifying mortifying mind-blowing majestic missives.
Moreover,
Mummies, mammograms, mushrooms, minks, musicians,
Models, maestros, minions, muskrats, merry men
May
Momentarily medicate marvelously magnificent marauders.
Meanwhile
Mary May memorize multiplication minimizing
Mark’s Mother’s marmalade mini-muffin memory.
M might make momentous mountain-mincing molehill.
Slowly the sun sets as day turns to night.
Cellars, castles, and caves, places that cause much fright.
These are the areas, I call them my home,
secluded deeply within mausoleums and tombs.
Once I awake from a sleep of no rest,
gradually I rise from red velvet lined casket.
Hovering above dirty, dusty, stone cratered floor,
gracefully floating, exiting heavy oak crypt door.
Black overcoat with yellow gold buttons and links,
white shirt, black tie, fur scarf of two minks.
Appearance is normal for the society in now,
dressing the part, slightly wealthy, and greetings of bows.
Never drawing attention, til catching warm, living soul alone,
down a dark alley, quiet street corner, or invite within home.
Hypnotic dark eyes and a voice that will snare,
bringing her closer to death, she's completely unaware.
Capturing one's soul, mind, body, and heart,
moments after meeting, their blood mine from start.
As my arms wrap around you and draw you in near,
I expose my fangs, glistening white, soon red smeared.
Lifeless body, pale white as my silk shirt,
draining you empty, quenching this dark thirst.
Hours have passed, must exit this town,
dawn is approaching, as I enter graveyards ground.
Another night has passed, one less soul on this earth,
my life never ending, non-mortal, Hell's curse.
With arms across chest, eyes shut but awake,
waiting til dusk, another journey and soul I will take.
I watch carnival of carnivals quickly unfold
intense barkers are yelling as if their large bears are gold
seeing ultimate thin man and fat lady never gets old
fortune tellers are so unique, they’ve created their mold
tickets are being traded, fought over, bought and sold.
elaborate stories are being bandied about in the cold.
silver is crossing palms, upsells are extremely bold.
acrobats are doing tricks with agile bodies that fold.
from the tilt-a-whirl ride an old man just fell and rolled.
kewpie dolls nod from their shelves inside the fold.
merry-go-round horses are touched up with gold.
old women are wearing minks, flashing that they're stolled.
carnival of carnivals is a treat that never gets old.
cotton candy is pink and puffy, spun right out of gold.
tickets are being traded, fought over, bought and sold.
traveling from town to town, her tales quickly unfold.