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Charles had secretly wished for bat wings his whole life, but never really believed it would happen. Then, on his 10th birthday, it started raining inside the house. Not water, but wings, hundreds and hundreds of wings. Not quite what he had had in mind, actually.

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Click ‘Em Together Again

The river tears its bank a new one,

smiting fields and towns alike,

shoving everything aside

in its eagerness to suicide

into the sea.

Call it the water cycle if you will,

but remember when you hit the water

from high enough above,

it's like cement to you,

call it the cement cycle.

No, because water is nothing like cement,

the tsunami that hit Japan a few years ago,

was a bulldozer 100 miles wide,

God's drain backed up,

with fish instead of sewage.

Our globe: no place to raise a family,

if there was any alternative

I'd have my bags packed in an hour;

"No place like home,"

more threat than promise.