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There is a speck in the ocean. Gebril turns towards the speck and jumps, going away from the crescendo of the marine orchestra down the side of the ship and into the increasing roar of the waves.
Illi the illusion writer looking delicate and helpful with a hat, had come in an old car and got down and reached here. That was something; considering what had happened to him earlier. He wanted to tell that to everyone and did so in a creaky little voice - ‘I had managed to reach the guards when I was pushed and my Mo mobile had fallen down clanking
along. By a stroke of destiny the stomping foot of a marching soldier had kicked it up and it went so high all the way to the Chief. Luckily the App of Illusions was open and it
showed that the answer to the Hiccup on X’ms Island.
The Chief stopped the motorcade and bellowed ‘Whose Mo mobile is this?’ as I straggled to get in front of him just as the guards were pushing me back and I fell down
like my Mo mobile. Ha Ha.
C’mon use your brains
Sow the seed when it rains
Then when the sun shines
You might become the owner of goldmines
“Cheers to Okult, Zizzi and Flaky.” The streets were filled with people cheering the silver lining.
“And to the Chemurs.”
“To the Chemurs. To the Chemurs.
To the Chemurs . Cheers.Cheers.Cheers.”
The chefs in the kitchen
Fry pieces of mutton,
While in the room
Joly the pig
Eats like a glutton.
Michel EClark
Stories For Films, Lyricist
Other Books By The Author : The Invisible Aliens, Robot Island
