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EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT!

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This is a Want Ad written by Ashley and Me. It was inspired by the song "Want Ads" by Honey Cone. Enjoy! Wanted: Two young men (contact for age requirements.) Handsome is preferable. MUST be able to carry on intelligent conversation ! The ability to play an instrument or sing is recommended. Must not be a pansy. Knights in shining armor are frowned upon, but princes are acceptable if they are similar to Aragorn. Facial hair will be decided upon in a case-by-case basis. Once again, he must be smart . The ability to entertain or make us laugh will be a deciding factor. He must be able to handle strong headed women. Cooking is a talent he must possess. He must be passionate about hockey an love converse. Finally. above all else, he MUST love God . Applications are now available; contact if interested. Wimps need not apply .

Forest Princess

She wanders, A princess. In the dark she shudders, Her beauty priceless. Her gown flowing, Marking her for royalty. Hair softly blowing, A vision of unreality. Heading to a secret place, Known only to him. The sun as lace, Light beginning to dim. Tucked safe away, She waits. Watching the fading day, She waits. Startled by a sound, She turns. Beautiful eyes dancing around, Perfect body burns. Ready to give everything, Body, soul, and mind. Dreaming of anything, Heart still innocent and kind. Oh where is he? Will he ever come? Where could he be? To her could he shun? Light fades from the sky, What should would give for it to hold on. A crystal tear sliding from her eye, Then the sun is gone. She peers from the trees, Hiding her existence. Tears blurring what she sees, Resisting her resistance. He holds the keys, To her secret heart. The only one that really sees, Nothing can keep the two apart. Soft shoulders stoop, Hope disappearing with the sun. Head begins spinning in a loop, Mind, bo

PuZzLE

Head, hands, feet, Our body works together as one. Logic, Emotion, Joy, Every part fitting like a puzzle. Saying we are only logic, Is like saying we are just a hand. A hand can't survive on it's own, Logic is only a peace of the puzzle. We say she is emo, Is the head all we see? Where are the eyes, legs and arms? Just the head can't move alone. The joy he has is his idinity, We miss the mouth, toes, ears. The puzzle is incomplete, Without the litt le pieces. We start at the four corners, The obvious. The foundation, Of what the puzzle will be. Sometimes we finish the border, The outline. The part that holds it together, The outside of the creation. Maybe we push a f ew layers in, The unique. We start to see a picture, Coloring the art. ......................................... Then we get busy, Maybe even forget. The puzzle laying, Waiting to show off it's u n i q u e art.