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He was sitting cross legged at 15th and Market The people would walk around him during the workweek He sat chatting with his cat The cat was named Mr Johnson and they were friends The man had skin cancer on his nose in the form of a bloody mole And there were days when he sat talking with the Mole The Mole would chastise him saying,"If your mother could only see you now." "If my mother could see me now it would be a miracle,"said the man The man's mother had been dead for over 20 years The Mole loved to get his back rubbed but the man was tired So the Mole gave him the silent treatment And Mr Johnson reached up and scratched the mole "You musn't be mean to the man or I will not feed you Mole." The Mole apologized to the Man The man decided to tell the Mole a story and cat would add parts He always added parts There once was a flower 'It stood near a Disco tower, "added Mr Johnson Its petals were yellow "All good moles shout hello,"sang Mr Johnson And the policeman was shaking the man and his mole "Move along buddy." Attempt at Burlesque

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 3/23/2012 5:41:00 PM
I got the same feeling as Andrea and enjoyed the humor in this and felt it had a touch of sadness too. Very nice!
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Date: 2/29/2012 10:04:00 PM
When i got to the end of this, I could only assume this guy is a poor homeless person who has gone batty to be talking to a mole on his nose .(not so bad to talk with the cat!!) A weird but fun read, Patrick!!
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Date: 2/29/2012 2:32:00 PM
a great attemp at Burlesque form Patrick.. we did have a contest asking for stircltly this form last year.. always great to practice .. a story of intense emotion as well luv..
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Date: 2/29/2012 2:04:00 PM
Was the policeman surprised that the cat could talk - duh. This is so weird it's delightful. I have no mole, but I have nine surviving cats - after Blacky died - and none of them can talk. LOve, daver
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