Exquisite Corpse #2

The badger loomed aggressively in the moonlight, the howling wind rustled the barren trees causing a chill to run up their trunks and causing them to sneeze leaving them hoping for the warmth of the sun.

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Exquisite Corpse #1

Restrictions Mood: Sad Rhyme Scheme: aabb   The cherry blossom shivers in the gale But nothing grew near the bale The bare earth begged for friends My core churns as the sky bends I lose sight of everything I thought I knew I expected more but I got so few My empty basket of bread …

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