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Little Girl Terrorist

I saw this little girl
terrorist, bowling, quite
unsuccessfully. The Secret

Police (Hey, NSA) were hang-
ing from ceiling tiles, arms
stretching down like

confetti, but they never
could stop the balls, and
the girl howled in vicious

laughter at a couple toppling
pins for each one she hit was
another city, and this is why

the number of pins was not
part of the battle for her.

One here or there, “I don’t
need no strikes,” she
screamed hoarsely.

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This entry was posted on June 10, 2013, 5:35 pm and is filed under Poems. You can follow any responses to this entry through RSS 2.0. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

  1. #1 by Michele Seminara on June 13, 2013 - 6:13 am

    I like this poem a lot Carl!

    Reply

    • #2 by Carl on June 17, 2013 - 11:33 am

      Thanks very much, Michele. I appreciate your comment.

      Reply

  2. #3 by clinock on June 26, 2013 - 1:08 am

    Brilliant Carl…

    Reply

    • #4 by Carl on June 28, 2013 - 6:40 am

      Thank you. You are too kind!

      Reply

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