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Scrutinizer
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# jan/13
I was outside St. Cecilia's Rectory
smoking a cigarette when a goat appeared beside me.
It was mostly black and white, with a little reddish
brown here and there. When I started to walk away,
it followed. I was amused and delighted, but wondered
what the laws were on this kind of thing. There's
a leash law for dogs, but what about goats? People
smiled at me and admired the goat. "It's not my goat,"
I explained. "It's the town's goat. I'm just taking
my turn caring for it." "I didn't know we had a goat,"
one of them said. "I wonder when my turn is." "Soon,"
I said. "Be patient. Your time is coming." The goat
stayed by my side. It stopped when I stopped. It looked
up at me and I stared into its eyes. I felt he knew
everything essential about me. We walked on. A policeman
on his beat looked us over. "That's a mighty
fine goat you got there," he said, stopping to admire.
"It's the town's goat," I said. "His family goes back
three hundred years with us," I said, "from the beginning."
The officer leaned forward to touch him, then stopped
and looked up at me. "Mind if I pat him?" he asked.
"Touching this goat will change your life," I said.
"It's your decision." He thought real hard for a minute,
and then stood up and said, "What's his name?" "He's
called the Prince of Peace," I said. "God! This town
is like a fairy tale. Everywhere you turn there's mystery
and wonder. And I'm just a child playing cops and robbers
forever. Please forgive me if I cry." "We forgive you,
Officer," I said. "And we understand why you, more than
anybody, should never touch the Prince." The goat and
I walked on. It was getting dark and we were beginning
to wonder where we would spend the night.
- James Tate
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Scrutinizer
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# jan/13
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The Promotion
I was a dog in my former life, a very good
dog, and, thus, I was promoted to a human being.
I liked being a dog. I worked for a poor farmer
guarding and herding his sheep. Wolves and coyotes
tried to get past me almost every night, and not
once did I lose a sheep. The farmer rewarded me
with good food, food from his table. He may have
been poor, but he ate well. And his children
played with me, when they weren't in school or
working in the field. I had all the love any dog
could hope for. When I got old, they got a new
dog, and I trained him in the tricks of the trade.
He quickly learned, and the farmer brought me into
the house to live with them. I brought the farmer
his slippers in the morning, as he was getting
old, too. I was dying slowly, a little bit at a
time. The farmer knew this and would bring the
new dog in to visit me from time to time. The
new dog would entertain me with his. flips and
flops and nuzzles And then one morning I just
didn't get up. They gave me a fine burial down
by the stream under a shade tree. That was the
end of my being a dog. Sometimes I miss it so
I sit by the window and cry. I live in a high-rise
that looks out at a bunch of other high-rises.
At my job I work in a cubicle and barely speak
to anyone all day. This is my reward for being
a good dog. The human wolves don't even see me.
They fear me not.
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sallqantay
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# jan/13 · Editado por: sallqantay
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o dylan thomas era seu multi?
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Viciado em Guarana
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# jan/13
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Oi!
:)
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Scrutinizer
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# jan/13
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sallqantay
Que? Não... Que? =S
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DrZaius
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# jan/13
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Drogas fizeram parte da criação desses textos.
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_rockcity
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# jan/13
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Porque diabos eu li os texto(s) até o fim ?
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Wanderer on the Offensive
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# jan/13
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Bem legais os textos. O primeiro, principalmente, achei sensacional! o/
Nunca tinha ouvido falar nesse James Tate.
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Scrutinizer
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# jan/13
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Wanderer on the Offensive
Logo você, de todas as pessoas, admitindo que gostou de um poema no ot?
Pois é, eu descobri ele recentemente num lugar aleatório aí.
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Kensei
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# jan/13
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Scrutinizer
Muito maneiro!
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Wanderer on the Offensive
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# jan/13
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Scrutinizer
Logo você, de todas as pessoas, admitindo que gostou de um poema no ot?
Pois é, eu descobri ele recentemente num lugar aleatório aí.
Ué, achei sensacional essa do bode, e o cara tirando uma com a cara das pessoas na rua. O outro é bem viajado tb.
Hoje a noite qdo estiver mais folgado, olharei no google pra ler mais.
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Scrutinizer
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# jan/13
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olharei no google pra ler mais.
WTF? Vai gastar o tempo que você poderia gastar catando cocotinha ou lendo PUA lendo poemas?
Quem roubou sua senha?
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Wanderer on the Offensive
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# jan/13
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Ah, eu preciso comprar uma camisa então vou atacar vendedoras no shopping daqui a pouco. E eu não fico lendo só sobre Pua, ora. Existem os negócios, e aleatoriedades tb. Fora que eu me identifiquei com o poema do bode, daí achei divertido. =)
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Scrutinizer
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# jan/13
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Wanderer on the Offensive
Então no fim você tem salvação.
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Wanderer on the Offensive
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# jan/13
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Scrutinizer
Então no fim você tem salvação.
Nah, improvável. Mas valeu assim mesmo. :P
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