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A writer's cramp submission that should stand sturdily on it's own three legs |
The Eager Oracle It happened in accordance with the prophecy. How could it not? Russ was the only one who knew took great pains, in fact to eschew. great plans: Took a sawmill job in Idaho. Learned of green chain, hog fuel, Unhappiness. His secret would not let-off: Jonah-esque Russ sailed Aloft. Oft! With great disdain he Looked upon so-called seers. Charlatans! He loved a girl, in Oregon. She saw straight past his Crookedness. He knew that she was far above, The worldly grump he had Transformed into. But, one evening in the setting Sun, a dunderheaded oaf, sat With his love. And seemed to both to be in love. The girl said 'twas as she'd Ever seen. Her God would not see her Frustrated. Though Russ may be Long extricated. Soon followed, she, to where Folks go to fish and hunt deer and Black bear. And in a tiny, smoky stall, Found Russ alone, back to a wall. Unaccountable, The joy in Russ. He still recounts His pains and fuss; 'Neath a shade tree In Nineveh. 40 lines |