Monday, October 27, 2008

Clementine Missing Children Poster

-The young buy ate a clementine while reading a missing child poster.

-My mom finished her clementine and as she poured milk in her coffee she noticed the missing child poster, on the milk.

-When I was interning at the Police Department, my clementine dripped onto a stack of missing child posters.

-The boy on the missing child posters loved to eat clementines every morning.

-The old missing child poster peeled off the brick-wall like the skin of a clementine.

-"If you spent half as much time working as you did eating clementines, we wouldn't even need these missing children posters."

-The kidnappers brow dripped sweat like juice from a clementine, as he noticed the missing child poster.

-The pedophiles clementine fists clenched tighter as a man hung another missing child poster.

-The hue of the hot summer sun made the walls, plastered with missing children posters, sweat like a clementine.

-The thick, almost fuzzy texture of the Missing child poster reminded me of the inside of a clementine peel.  

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