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It was a flight of fancy, a river of honeyed dreams. It soared above the clouded skies, and filled the spaces in-between @mywordwizard #poem

Ro-Nald often wondered why other Kryptonians did not have burger chain clowns named after them, and got fries with that. @mywordwizard

Rolf was a pathetic excuse for a father, preferring to raise happy teenagers instead of responsible, respectable adults. @mywordwizard

Bev’s Whiskey Paradise usually involved a man who did not know her, his wallet, and enough time to separate him from it. @mywordwizard

Dean saw a conspiracy in every coincidence, a layer of secrecy in the most mundane subjects, mostly because he looked for it. @mywordwizard

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Sickness of the body gets attention, medicine, doctors and sympathy. Sickness of the soul gets accepted, and we soldier on, sadly enough.

The paneling pulled free of the barroom wall, and suddenly the mystery of where "Slats" Burke disappeared to was solved. @mywordwizard

Guido sold his paintings online, and through dealers, yet he kept far more than he sold, since he was his own biggest fan. @mywordwizard

Larry was as idle as a porch full of hound dogs under rainy Appalachian skies, and as far as he saw, it suited him best. @mywordwizard

Devon’s secret was his fear that he was but a bit player in her life, rather than the star of his own, and she knew it. @mywordwizard

Lucy loved Clive for the foot-rubs, the Saturday morning giggle fits, & the way he made her feel that he really saw her. @mywordwizard

Gill kept a bottle handy in case of emergencies, like snakebite. He also kept a snake in one pocket. @mywordwizard

The lake house was both refuge and prison, a sanctuary from which there was no escape, a house that would never be home. @mywordwizard

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Mr. Goodewick railed against the injustice of racial crime, without realizing the irony of his own prejudices and fears. @mywordwizard

John was a book dreamer, a swimmer of syllabus, a titan of text; at least that was the opinion of his many avid readers. @mywordwizard

Mr. Sloth, do me the honor of being quiet? On the days you feed, you wake up those of us who are really trying to sleep. @mywordwizard.com