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The return of my brothers.
Frustration, a dent in the heady
cavalier that walks it's way through the house
on occasion
toting a grin that's lost effect on us
but cajoles the house 'round,
shaking the fleas out of the bathtub.
Restless, loud; News punctuated movements,
choleric. From kettle to table to telly to toilet,
a trolley at the supermarket,
mind pushing
catching threads on old doorknobs,
best left to rust.
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| Superbly captured. I loved the "news punctuated movements" and the fleas and the supermarket trolley. Perfect cameo. |
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| I like your style. Intriguing |
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| Well done... |
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| this is a solid piece, tight with alliteration and evoking imagery. quite interesting |
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| wow really liked this and of course i could also relate also growing up with brothers, very true and thought provocking, keep it up |
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