Monday, April 25, 2011

Five American Sentences

1) Grace is a small town pastor eating a bright red apple in a pew.

2) Loneliness rests on my shoulders like the threadbare snow cloaks the ice trees.

3) Last night’s snow dazzles like small time criminals robbing a candy store.

4) Magic barks at the snow storm but it keeps coming down like handkerchiefs.

5) Those who would feed the rich with rice from the poorest are bastards for sure.

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