His name is Beau. He's a planet, too.
For the sequel to "Discount Shakespeare", it's time to hero the dreams of the child hearts in everyone. Get ready for an adventure of a fourth of a lifetime that's meant to end right before puberty strikes.
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Beau's Regards A relic to remember Poetry by seomins
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Laundry day
I check my calendar and take a deep sigh of relief. I see the miracle and suddenly, I'm superhuman. It's laundry day. Let's waste no time here anymore, I say to myself as I jump out of bed. There's a new Spring in my step, I notice. I'll have it checked soon. I probably put too much oil in it last time, I speculate, And to that, I grimace at how rusty I've become with My measurements of needs. Maybe, I'll have some of Those tweaked out, too, into some god or hierarchy. Either way, I'm sure I'll work just fine. I'm sure of it. That's what I say to myself as I huff some strength Into my chest and lift my head up, right off my body. My eyes narrow, thin as matches, tempted to strike One through the worn and torn curves of my brain And let the fire sear each dry strand of my hair, having God's work cut out for Him. I hold my head in my Hands, stretched out and tilted in disbelief at how No angles could ever save its beauty's final breaths. I brush the loose strands and pesky wisps out of A face that once bore bountiful tellings of life.
Being dead is no different from being ugly, I conclude.
I toss my head into my trusted washing machine, Setting it on a whirl. When I am certain that its nuts And bolts are busy enough to drown out my voice, My judgement treads on thin ice, grumbling,
