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| An antithesis | |
| By Gill21 | ||||||||||||||
| 31 August 2006 | ||||||||||||||
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I know what i want to say, but not sure about this one.... Strolling out of my apartment, herbal tea in my hand Flip flop, flip flop My eyes lined black and my jeans flapping around Flip flop, flip flop I listen to The Shins, Simon and Garfunkel, Motley Crue. Flip flop, Shades down by the trees, as light streams through Flip flop, I loll by a tree. Watching. Here comes a princess Clip clop, clip clop teetering above us all, flicking her mane clip clop, clip clop her nails are like talons, her eyes are like ice, I smirk as I know Clip clop, clip clop, No way is she nice. My antithesis passes me. I scrunch my nose and turn the volume up. Oh there is that guy, Clickety clack, clickety clack Jeans lower than mine showing off his ‘skills’ on the low railings clickety clack, clickety clack his board flies from under him, I stifle a laugh. He gets straight back on Clickety clack. Speeds away almost mowing me down. Idiot. Brat. Here comes a runner, Thud thud, thud thud, Sucked and squashed into lycra, barely breaking a sweat. A dog runs beside her, Squelch squelch and barks, as though I’ve offended him. Dam dog is even judging me. A suit walks by, Clop clip, He’s kinda cute. A boy on a bike, Whir whir A ned at first sight. Glancing at my watch i sigh. I’m tired of waiting. I’ll go get the books by myself. I smile as I pass a group Of innocents Skipity hop Squealing with delight. Not watching where I’m going WHAM! My heart stops in fright. It’s the princess, coming out of the record store. I look to the ground. It’s a vinyl. Simon and Garfunkel. Uncurling my nose, i drop to my knee. Handing the package to her, I realise. Maybe we’re not so different, You and Me.
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