My horns have gone now.
My saliva is no longer green.
My claws retracted at last.
My leathery wings seem to have just fallen off somewhere down the road.
My tail is no more a problem in my trousers.
I no longer breath fire or have an insatiable lust for blood and flesh.
I pass for human
I never noticed those things myself until you pointed them out!
Perhaps that window you were looking through was a mirror?
Just a thought.
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Jabberwocky (
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I like it! Three thumbs up!
"My tail hasn't retracted yet"
Thanks. It doesn't hurt when they do 🙂
May that window into your life show you the way towards a shining future.
Thank you 🙂
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