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The "PUFOR" Pages - three "Poems and Pictures"
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Unidentified Flying Objects
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UNIDENTIFIED FLYING OBJECTS
By Jane S. Cartwright
Dedication: To everyone who has been abducted by an Alien Entity.
The Government say's you don't exist, Little do they know.
You made us in your image, so many years ago.
I've seen the way your tumble and twist, the right-angled turns you make.
The incredible way you change your shape, It's a wonder you don't break.
Your speed defies all imagination, awesome is the word.
They chose to disbelieve you, saying your a planet, balloon or bird.
I have caressed your pastel wall's, when you flew me to the stars.
The night you took me through the window, the one that had no bars.
Don't they know we live together, in dimensions without doors?
Because we are your children, you have taught us how to soar.
They have dubbed you all UFO's, but your children know your not.
You've been here through the ages, as the creator of our lot.
What is it with out government? That so blatantly they lied?
Are we the test tube byproducts, of experiments they denied?
They have stolen some of out fetuses, for "New-Human" generations.
Their new pioneers of the universe, the creators of their new nations.
The emptiness you've left us, can not be denied.
That helpless feeling of great loss, will last until we've died.
So! Which one of you is capable, of so dastardly a deed?
The mad scientists of our government? Or the elusive EBE's?
Copyright (c) 1998 by Jane S. Cartwright
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Dyslexia
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THE DYSLEXIC
By Jane S. Cartwright, (c) 2000
I can not tell if it's wrong or right,
At first they thought it was my sight.
The words are jumbled up you see,
And just as confusing as can be.
The 3's are 8's and S's are 3's,
So 6's are 9's and A's are V's.
Sometimes the words look upside down,
And leave me with an awful frown.
To a very special school I was sent,
Especially for dyslexic's it was meant.
They gave me a lengthy IQ test,
Two hundred, I rated with the best.
Frustration I felt because of my plight,
which left me crying through the night.
Training eyes to see objects and shapes,
and hearing descriptions on many tapes.
They made me feel like such a fool,
But put me through two grades of school.
Working hard at tests, so many to pass,
I finally graduated with my regular class.
This photo is taaaaaaken at the foundry before they cast this whale, I have a six foot arm span so you can see how big this whale really is. It was life size.
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The psychic Cat "Tasha"
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Tasha adopted me several years ago. She is not independant like other cats. She is my confidant and my psychic companion. Her photo's have won many awards and have been published in commercial books.
All Poem's and photo's this page under copyrite by Jane S. Cartwright (c)1995-2000.
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