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Tails' Summer day 2
Tails' summer chapter 2:
Blake is strolling through his house when an envelope wrapped in gold silk. "Dang!" Blake said. Blake then opened the envelope, golden tickets pop out. "Holy Willy Wonka!" Blake exclaimed. Blake pulled the letter out. "Dear BLAKE, you, and a friend of your choice, have been invited to the annual Grand Galloping Gala. It is required to wear formal attire. Event will be held in Canterlot at 7:00 P.M. Hope to see you there! From Princess Celestia." Blake stood there for what felt like minutes. "TAILS!" Blake exclaimed. "Damn it, Blake! I was sleeping!" Tails yelled. He wasn't exactly favorable of being woken up.
"What is it?" Tails said. "We have been invited to the Grand Galloping Gala." Blake said. Tails starts busting out laughing. "Holy crap! You're kidding me right?!"
"What?" "Equestria? Are seriously telling me, that we are going to a place where ponies talk, but not only that, but sing songs outta nowhere?" " So?" Blake asked. "Fail." Tails said.
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Tails' summer day 1
Tails' summer Day one:
Blake is sitting on a lawn chair at Emerald coast. "Ah," Blake said, "What a b-e-a-utiful day." Blake sipped his coconut and raspberry smoothie while Tails sat down in a lawn chair next to him. "Look at the sunset," Tails said, "If we were gay this would be a very romantic moment."
" So how's that smoothie?" Tails asked Blake. "Delicious. Thanks for letting me hang with you here," Blake said. "No prob'!" Tails said. "Let's get inside," Blake said. "Good thing Knuckles isn't here to say that's what she said," Tails said and both of them laughed. When Tails and Blake stopped laughing they walked back to the house. When they got in all of their friends were in there waiting for them. "Hey guys!" Amy said. "What. Are. You guys. Doing. Here." Tails asked. "We came here to PAR-TAY!" Amy replied. "Partay?" Blake said, sounding mortified. "YEAH!" Rouge said. "Aw, crap. I need some Aspirin." Blake said, face-palmed, and then walked away.
Let the Sparrows InI.
Blackbirds rest on the power lines,
their silhouettes form the notation
to a dawn song set on the sheet music
of telephone poles contrasted by the sun.
Curled leaves are land mines littered
on the lawn where imprints of twigs
and a nurturing robin's tracks collect.
Branchlets and leaflets stem from
porch step railings and mailboxes;
the numbers read odd on the east,
even on the west side of the asphalt:
The engraved letters on
the siding reads, "Davis."
This house is home to family
so let the sparrows in.
with its branching hallways
furniture rooted to the floor
family, friends, the occasional
out from home.
Let the sparrows in; let
Let the door's
loosen—let the door stand ajar
be let open
the night owls and
let the doves
in pairs in the iridescent
Let the sparrows in.
Framed on either side
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