The portmanteau felt the ground quake.
Leaves sliding off its back like snakes.
As it searched for the girl,
The world in a tilt-a-whirl,
It felt the ground beneath it break.
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The ground beneath it break
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She clutched the sleeve despite the dread
“Give him your half coat,” the gnome said
“If you don’t, we will all be dead.”
The girl said, “No, no pass.”
Her heart now stone and half glass,
She clutched the sleeve despite the dread.
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A quarter of the way there?
If someone gives you half a chance and you have half a mind to take it, does that mean you are a quarter of the way there?
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The sleeve to which she was bound
Sleaze stood still, but kept losing ground
As a precipice formed around.
The coat might save him,
If only the girl gave him,
The sleeve to which she was bound.
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Between them grew an ugly abyss
Sleaze ranted and yelled and let out a hiss:
“This is mine, you dirty little miss.”
She pulled one sleeve on;
The other was gone.
And between them grew an ugly abyss.
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“And I’ll go insane”
“O’, hex a mubble skibble fritz
Without the coat I can’t break it.
The curse will remain
And I’ll go insane.
O’, hex a mubble skibble fritz.”
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The seam ripped open into a breach
The Sleaze ran fast along the beach.
He grasped the coat hard like a leach.
He pulled it his way;
She pulled it to stay.
And the seam ripped open into a breach.
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Much alarm, great harm, and all fright
The girl ran with all her might,
Aiming for the coat, then aiming for out of slight.
For the Sleaze had seen her
And he would mean her
Much alarm, great harm, and all fright.
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Turn your heart into glass or to stone
The gnome said to leave it alone
That the coat was not of this zone.
“If you mess with it, dear one
Twilight will come near one
And turn your heart into glass or to stone.”
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The girl turned reckless and bold
The weather turned suddenly cold.
The coat was threadbare and old.
But when she saw it appear –
Even with the Sleaze near –
The girl turned reckless and bold.
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