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a monster from the
old bone pile |
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monster from the old bone pile came to visit he had no nose, no eyes no ears, no cheeks, no forehead nothing but lips I remembered his name was no face hey, no face, I said to him he stood at my door with a big toothy grin you seem happy about something come on in and tell me about it well, he came into my house sat at the table but he didn't say a thing not a single thing what use is it, I thought, to be all mouth and have nothing to say? trying to be the conversationalist that I am not I said to him, how are things at the old bone pile? what's happening with the new brood of monsters? still, he said nothing is there anything I can get for you? I asked him how about a cup of muddy water? or maybe a bloody knuckle sandwich? his grin got bigger and he shook his lips up and down hey, no problem, I said I got some here in the refrigerator let me serve you do you want slime on your sandwich? or do you prefer it with dirt? he shrugged his shoulders I gave him one of each |
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