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    Those shoes shone in the sun. Brand new, brand name, they stepped confidently towards the fresh estate enveloped by the forest. Having escaped the country, the language, the conformity, and stepping through the stone columns into the prized possession, an inevitable smile wrinkled his face. His house floated above the lawn, stretching itself an equal distance in every direction, creating the perfect circle among an impenetrable forest of an abandoned rubber tree plantation. Decades of thought had been put into the final design, but the result approached perfection.     He generously tipped the cab driver, and genuinely thanked him for

I floored the gas towards my house, Ignored the flames I couldn’t douse The light created a stark reflection They just burned on without detection I looked back, but who knows why The red light changed. I just drove by Homeward bound, I’ll get there soon But flames burn on and I turn blue But be the flames who keep on burning Blind’s not brave, but I’m returning Who looks back to that? I know But the fire’s bright, a marvelous show So there I stand, key in hand Towered beneath my burning land A grand farewell I need not see For flames burn on and let me be Back in the car, let’s go quicker Home a

Little fiddle scratching riddles Harm you cause by being cripple What sore sounds you generate Little fiddle appreciate