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Dust to dust

Leader of boycotting.

"I want to be a ballerina" The tiring lyrics my mom wish she could stop - As the day goes by without A home tutor or academy. She saw the burning desire - She heard the screaming Dream - Of her five years old child Who wish to be a #ballerina - In a remote town.

On the drenched gloop dough - Until a fall beget Jimmy.

Nettled by the clattering bell in belfry, A quitted soul in Odyssey to nirvana.

"I want to be a ballerina" The tiring lyrics my mom wish she could stop, As the day goes by without A home tutor or academy. She saw the burning desire She heard the screaming dream Of her five years old child Who wish to be a #ballerina In a remote town

On my kitchen cabinet Ants lined to feast On the spilled honey.

On mushrooms and lettuce.

Hello Grandpa! Spunky Grandpa! Can you see me? The little voice whispered from behind - with it's shadow running about - like that of a funny bunny - curious of his master's kitchen. Come play! Come play! Grandpa come play with me - the little voice said - shouting and jumping - as though she was from the movies. "Oh, my sweet lollipop - Grandpa is with a whisk, a saucepan - preparing a delish lunch. You do know the rumbling man won't sit quiet - else it's fed." Sweet lollipop giggled. "Come on Grandpa! The rumbling man can wait, can't he? Just a minute or two, or the three and twenty minute. We won't use up all the thirty minute, no! I meant, the three and twenty minute. She chortled at her own pun." "Alright, my lollipop. A minute and two seconds, I plea with thee. To clean up this eggshells bestrewn on the cabinet." "okey-dokey! Grandpa. I shall sort a place to hide, that you might root me out." "Certainly! Certainly! I oblige, My sweet little lollipop. I'm coming to play, tickle-tickle and tickle you." "Little lollipop laughed out loud."

~E.Emmanuel