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Home
An extraterrestrial hiding -
Elliott and E.T. won’t stay sober.
Reeses Pieces and alien colliding.
After all, it’s late October.
The shelter of woods - not his home.
Where Elliot’s family resides, not even close.
His long finger points up, “Home! Home!”
Bicycle on firm ground - arose.
The painted trail, scenic beauty,
it’s cold out there - far, far away
from his planet. It is a friend’s duty
to let him go…he cannot stay.
Separation of friendship souls.
Spoiler - both Elliott and E.T. Live.
There never was a reason for consoles.
Escape hatched - actions corroborative.
10/X/2022
Painting prompted #2
Sponsor: Lisa YY
160 words max FV or rhyme
HMS counted 95 words
Used Rhymezone
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Kim Rodrigues
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