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Paul's Halloween"Imgine there's no heaven, it's easy if you try. No hell below us, above only sky. Imagine all the people, living for today." Paul rolled over in his bed covering his head with his pillow. Shut up! shut up! he thought to himself as he tried to back to sleep.
"Imagine there's no countries, it isn't hard todo. Nothing to kill or die for, and no religion too. Imagine all the people, living life in peace." Paul rolled over again, just in the wrong direction and off the bed. Than the alarm went off. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!!! He blinked hard trying to rid sleep from his eyes. Paul looked over to see what time was on his alarm clock on the other side of the bed. It read 11:48 p.m.
Why did my alarm clock go off in the middle of the night? He shrugged and got up and pulled a robe over his pajamas. The room was still dark so Paul went over to the window to let some moon light in so he could see. Rolling up the blinds a chink of light came into his room. The light fell onto one of the man
Georges reading"Come, come, sit down my dear. Let Mama Selena read your cards," an older woman beckoned to the young man walking passed her tent. He stopped and leaned back to see inside the gauzy hangings.
"Uh where you talking to me?" he asked.
"Yes my dear. To you I was speaking, let me read your cards." The man shrugged and pushed the curtain out of the way to enter the tent. From the outside he had thought that the tent was small, but as he entered he marveled at the size of the thing. He sat down by the table at which the old lady sat.
"Is this a Tarot card reading? my mates said these things are totally bogus-"
"No my dear the cards are true the forsee the future!" The man scratched at his dark brown hair, than grinned.
"Well there's no problem in trying it! how much?"
"Your name?" she asked. Instantly his smile slid away his eyes wide with shock. "What?" she asked "I'm not a witch!" she let out a cackle of mirth that seemed to prove other wise in the man's mind. The man's shoulders relaxed.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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