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Created on: November 02, 2008
Living life in a trailer park-I've talked to dead scholars-seen love affairs spark. Stared at the pyramid's grandeur all day-I have even been a citizen of the tragic Pompeii. Barely made it from mission to mission-worked on the prairie-survived prohibition. Sat in the jungle-the one upright man-while the rest of my crew...ate thick, hot quicksand. I was Caesar's true friend-while the rest would conspire-I've been the local mad hatter-and your gun for hire. A cracked, genius killer-square jawed super sleuth. I'm the smug kid who hands you-your first knocked out tooth. A fat southern preacher-rich, suave connoisseur-I've been hook , line, and sinker...as well as the lure. Been aboard the Titanic-one of the doomed passengers. Been the trapped, and the trapper-of all those fine furs.
Flying-I'm the UFO you know you thought you saw. The UN-wisher of your ill wishes. Bringer of the monkey's paw. First woman president of the United States. One of the elite-Greek mythology's Fates. I have been that secret lover-you roll with in the hay. I have been the fallen hero-that could not save the day. The homeless man on the corner-the children love to taunt. The owner of that diner-you always seem to haunt. Mine is the face you pick out of hundreds of faces-but you don't even know...I have cartoon shoelaces.
I'm the glimmer you caught-off that uncatchable trout. I'm the child-like old woman time forgot all about. I stand in my trailer-when I'm done with all that-and open my door to an upside-down welcome mat. Picture that. The world is just a ball of yarn meant for us to unravel. Oh! And another thing...you don't need cash to travel. Reflecting on my life. I am far from finished.
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