Monday, February 9, 2009

TheStork

TheStorkTheStorkTheStorkOld Wives Tales and other memorabilia The Stork was failing her wings were weighted in the storm she made a wrong turn over Arkansas. She was supposed to be at New York. Or anywhere rich people should be born. The CharlaX baby was heavy to the stork she decided to drop him in a very small town with others of his kind. But they were poor not like the rich people he should have been taken to at all. She found a mother full of love. She was so nice. An alien for earth. A fallen Martyr for her Jesus God her worth untold. The duck hunter shot the stork soon after she delivered eye to earth. Stuff happens. 65% Oxygen 18% Carbon 10% Hydrogen 3% Nitrogen 1.5% Calcium 1% Phosphorous 0.35% Potassium 0.25% Sulfur 0.15% Sodium 0.15% Chlorine 0.05% Magnesium 0.0004% Iron 0.00004% Iodine about $4.50p up some from when eye was a child of GOD. A child of Jesus now. Eye can place mye life into stages. Child. Devil. Man. Child up to the age of consent. Devil after that drunk and full of lusting. Until the age of 49 a man was born in a desert clime. Eye always figured that stork got just what she deserved perhaps some poor people out camping in the city dump returned the meat to GOD they must have had a feast on that one bird. Perhaps she left a nest with hatchlings and a Stork came near enought to imprint upon the little eggs the needed mother love. Endangered as they aer in the wilderness the Stork is very rare. The Stork that bore me did not die in veins but left replicas of her love they reared up fine. From egg to flying wing. A mother’s love will grow and win and live. Even iff raised in the wild and poor. TheStork.

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