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section7mfuHalf-drabbles inspired by lines from a single poem.
And still the bird revisited her young.
“Look out!” Napoleon cried as the chopper dove in their direction, shooting at them with a powerful .50 caliber Browning machine gun.
The bullets strafed the ground on either side of the agents.
“Do you think she is just a little pissed off?”
“Well we did destroy her nest.”
.
The indwelling spider ran to greet the fly,
Angelique placed a carnation on Napoleon’s lapel, just as she had once before.
“I trust no spider this time?” He asked warily.
“No darling not quite, perhaps tonight I will be your spider and you can be my fly.”
“Where would you like to lure me, your room or mine?”
Prompted by: Range-Finding ~Robert Frost
.And still the bird revisited her young.
“Look out!” Napoleon cried as the chopper dove in their direction, shooting at them with a powerful .50 caliber Browning machine gun.
The bullets strafed the ground on either side of the agents.
“Do you think she is just a little pissed off?”
“Well we did destroy her nest.”
.
The indwelling spider ran to greet the fly,
Angelique placed a carnation on Napoleon’s lapel, just as she had once before.
“I trust no spider this time?” He asked warily.
“No darling not quite, perhaps tonight I will be your spider and you can be my fly.”
“Where would you like to lure me, your room or mine?”
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