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Property Boom
larrylark

Satin coated,decomposing form, gumless grin.
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Silk ripple in dull doldrummed wearily whining wind.
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More ethereal forms announced, flouncing through
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barred, bolted, rust studded door
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"Nice to see you my dear." said cryptically from
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beneath the floor.
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Gangrene limbs rose shakily to strike a pose.
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Feline sockets stare sightless from shrinking skull.
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Light as air on her feet she will dance to a heartbeat
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with Count Holstein, who died from an overdose of bile,
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he kept in a phial, while on trial for sexual misdemeaners.
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Rotting to his core but can still put on the style.
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More guests arrive, some gravely ill, barely alive,
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to be fortified. Earl of Abdomen hobbles, such a
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grand old cove, by jove, barely cobbled together:
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he smiles through stabbing hernia,piles,ruptured spleen.
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Death has not removed the pain of obscene decay.
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Maggotty meat, pestulant potatoes, luminous greens.
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Deeply freezing grey jelly, cankerous cream are not
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to be trifled with. Corked septic wine,methalated Martini,
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dry as dust chilled in ice cold hands. "The lives we live, to die
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and rise then live again.'' Plague encrusted arms extend to toast
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The Countess Morticia in whose dank infested cellars.........
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The door swung open, light streamed across moss encrusted
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walls. "Thanks for returning my call. Asking price, four million
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pounds,spacious grounds. Forty rooms, ideal for entertaining
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or a luxery hotel once roofs sealed. Many unusual features, feel
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its history, easy access to the coast,No ghosts. My little joke.
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A strong gust surged rattling shutters, sending guttersnipe
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urgently squawking  among desolate trees, rats scuttling
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down sewer pipes,whispering voices vanish through veils
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of ancient air. ''There! I think you've seen it all." Footfalls
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fade down gravel drive, agent sighs, mutters, sat on knight
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recumbant , eats packed lunch, cucumber sandwich,
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"Five more coming this afternoon, first due at one,
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by three we should be done, thank God for the property boom.
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Studded door slams shut,lid of sarcophagus rises:
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life is full of unpleasant surprises.
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5 Feb 06


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always wook on the bwight side of wife

efoo efoo
efoo efoo efoo

woger
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Dear Woger

though i wholeheartedly agree with your sentiments,it isn't always easy.

Larry
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dear warry

you are qwite wite

ahoo ahoo

ahoo ahoo ahoo

woger
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Wanks Woger

Wot Would we woo without woo

Warry Wark
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