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I found a tooth under my pillow
but my mouth has no spaces, it is full
of slightly-crooked off-white rocks
lined up like a child's beach creation.
Chomping my own I held this tiny object
and inspected it slowly; far smoother,
far purer than mine, it seemed innocent enough
but for its sudden intrusion into my bed.

I fancy a fairy left it there.
Some left-brained sparkling creature
who has been made redundant, made bold
and mischievous by his new freedom.
Perhaps he felt the urge to play with people
on his last day of work, before joining
the dull and un-sparkling queues
of hasbeens at the fairy career centre.
©2007-2009 =ghostlove
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:giggle: That's a really cute poem. ^-^ Hehe, fairies being made redundant. "Go find a job, you bum!!" Fairy: T_T

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:lol: This is so funny and whimsical! :heart:

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haha!! So sweet.. and fun yet differnt. kind of like a pineapple upside down cake.. or how a lemon tastes sweet when you put salt on it...
A great peice :nod: I like the way you use different topics. Not everyone writes poetry about teeth under you r pillow :D How do you come up with your ideas?

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Random lines come into my head at random times, I write them down on a scrap of paper and put them in my pocket, then a few days later I do the laundry and find loads of screwed up balls of paper in my jeans... the ones which have survived the Pockets of Doom™ get made into poems. ;)

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Haha lovely!
What was the thought behind this?

Well done :D

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This was not my idea
lol okay :aww: sounds like a great source of inspiration :nod:

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And the soul outwears the breast,
And the heart must pause to breath

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My poetry
Love it! :D It's bleak and humorous; lovely imagery; and it's open to interpretation.

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