It's kind of odd not having anything to respond to except the prompt. I suppose I'll just have to make something up.... @Marc: well, that doesn't sound like something you'd normally do, but I suppose there is precedent in your writing already. I hope you manage to get it stuck back on, the right way round this time, and that there are no more... incidents that get you so upset again!
Heart-stopping Dirty grey skies and the city's not much cleaner, Ice forms on the windshield; everything seems meaner A lead hand on the throttle, we're chasing down the Beemer, that STOLE my mom's defibrillator after he'd been and seen her.
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It's kind of odd not having anything to respond to except the prompt. I suppose I'll just have to make something up....
@Marc: well, that doesn't sound like something you'd normally do, but I suppose there is precedent in your writing already. I hope you manage to get it stuck back on, the right way round this time, and that there are no more... incidents that get you so upset again!
Heart-stopping
Dirty grey skies and the city's not much cleaner,
Ice forms on the windshield; everything seems meaner
A lead hand on the throttle, we're chasing down the Beemer, that
STOLE my mom's defibrillator after he'd been and seen her.
Greg - lol. That is all.
Love your opening line. The tale you've managed to tell in just four lines of poetry is pretty great as well :)
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