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As I sit there upright and snooty, my maid brings my meal.
“Here you are sir, how do you feel?”
“I'm pleasant.” “Don't forget I have two guests coming today.”
“Yes sir, I'll come up and notify you when they are on their way.”
I finish eating and walk up and stare out the window.
The size of this place still impresses me and pleases my ego.
I see all my workers outside and breathe in the morning dew.
I stare at them and can't stand their uniforms of aqua blue.
I rub my wrists because they are both bruised and red,
but I don't know why, maybe I was tossing and turning in my bed.
I see two people walking towards the house, so my guests have arrived.
We sit down and I lean forward and whisper, “I'm glad you survived.”
One of them tears up and says, “I'm glad we survived too.”
The maids would never suspect we were spies, they don't have a clue.
“Okay, we don't have much time until the maid comes back.”
“So here is your new assignment, put it in your pack.”
“Thank you sir, now lets go outside and enjoy the time we're here.”
The three of us walk outside, but they both check to make sure its clear.
So many people are after me, I stay in my room with the door locked.
But there is fencing and barbwire all around, so my enemies are blocked.
One of them says to me, “so do you like this new home?”
I say, “Its not too bad, but I liked it better in Rome.”
I felt too uneasy out here, so I suggested we go back to the room.
Out there I can feel people watching me, and I can see my impending doom.
We get back to the room and talk about the details of the mission.
Before they leave I bid them farewell on their expedition.
I lay down in my bed and look up at the ceiling.
I see all these dents and holes and the paint is peeling.
I call my maid and ask where all these came from.
“ohh I see what you are up to you think I'm dumb.”
I see the fear in her eyes,
she knows we're spies.
My worst fears have come true, they found me.
A wall of men in blue running toward me is all I see.
I try to escape, but I eventually get tackled.
Now I will spend my life in this cell, completely shackled.
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>>>>>>Two young boys decided to go trout fishing one day,
They were going into the burnt woods, it was a long way.
When the got to the pond and started to fish,
A fog started forming and it had a cool mist.
Tried another location and hoped the fog would lift,
But it only got worst, the fog was so thick.
It time to leave and head back home,
They dident bring the compass or even a phone.
When they left to go fishing,it was a nice day,
We wont need the compass we can find our way.
But back in the bush, the weather can change in a flash,
One minute its a clear day, the next its as black as ash.
Out of no where a light appeared,
Look John, there must be someone in here.
As they walked to the light, it moved away,
They said can you help us, we lost our way.
No answer was given, so they followed the light,
Its a good thing they did, because it saved their life.
The light guided them back out to a station,
When the story was told it was a sensation.
Jack O Lantern , the light was named,
It saved two boys lives , or so it was claimed.
This story is true as most people say,
Its told by old people to this very day.