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    Poetry Book 2: The Hidden Gustapo, #2
    poetry book 3: The Hidden Gustapo, #3
    Poetry Book 1: The Hidden Gustapo, #1
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    The Hidden Gustapo Series

    By Hulgar Von Schnueff

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    About this series

    They say dead men don't bite, but I had misplaced the site, until I stepped on his toes and fell victim to his woes! There was an allergic tickle in my nose, when I encountered feathers of crows, and then I sneezed, but the crows weren't pleased at the hostile spray that blew their master's ashes away. The residents were heard yet unseen, as they expressed their revilement for the graveyard being unclean, and I was banned from Halloween!

    I still enjoy trick or treat, for I trick the crows into cleaning my feet, as a reward for my feat! The crows have a new tree, but by gosh they will never be free; Halloween has nothing on me!

    The shoe will always fit when it involves bought wit, however it may cost too much and thus settle for a third touch, and ice in the cold of June may welcome the third party tune! Crooked logs often make straight fires, but I won't lose my wit to a pack of liars! What they choose for themselves, they use for themselves only, but their paths are poorly lit, when faced with persevering wit! Through weather and crime, my wit has stood the test of time!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBernard Harold Curgenven
    Release dateFeb 11, 2021
    Poetry Book 2: The Hidden Gustapo, #2
    poetry book 3: The Hidden Gustapo, #3
    Poetry Book 1: The Hidden Gustapo, #1

    Titles in the series (3)

    • 1

      Poetry Book 1: The Hidden Gustapo, #1
      Poetry Book 1: The Hidden Gustapo, #1

      Poetry Book 1: The Hidden Gustapo, #1

      Hulgar Von Schnueff
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      There we were, trapped out at sea! Where was Susan? She had dived and hadn't come back for me. The kids and I were now alone in this cave, and the water was rising. The rock tunnel was narrow and ran deep. We prayed that she had made it to safety, and that she would get help soon. What if she hadn't made it? I couldn't chance the dive with the kids. What if we drowned? Should I attempt to go it alone, and would I be able to return for the kids. There were muscles and barnacles clinging to the roof of the tunnel, indicating that it completely fills with water. If only we had oxygen tanks! If only I hadn't been so damn stubborn in the first place! Now I had endangered the lives of those I love the most. Of those I was totally responsible for. I prayed the hardest, in between telling tales of sea pirates who had once buried their treasure in this cave. The kids were devastated, and they wouldn't stop nagging me. They repeatedly asked me when we would be leaving. How could I possibly blame them? The boys were only eight and ten. It was ironic how I had led my family on an adventure with a possibly fake map, thinking that we may become rich and live comfortable lives. It would be better to live poor lives, than to die in this manner.

      There we were, trapped out at sea! Where was Susan? She had dived and hadn't come back for me. The kids and I were now alone in this cave, and the water was rising. The rock tunnel was narrow and ran deep. We prayed that she had made it to safety, and that she would get help soon. What if she hadn't made it? I couldn't chance the dive with the kids. What if we drowned? Should I attempt to go it alone, and would I be able to return for the kids. There were muscles and barnacles clinging to the roof of the tunnel, indicating that it completely fills with water. If only we had oxygen tanks! If only I hadn't been so damn stubborn in the first place! Now I had endangered the lives of those I love the most. Of those I was totally responsible for. I prayed the hardest, in between telling tales of sea pirates who had once buried their treasure in this cave. The kids were devastated, and they wouldn't stop nagging me. They repeatedly asked me when we would be leaving. How could I possibly blame them? The boys were only eight and ten. It was ironic how I had led my family on an adventure with a possibly fake map, thinking that we may become rich and live comfortable lives. It would be better to live poor lives, than to die in this manner.

    • 2

      Poetry Book 2: The Hidden Gustapo, #2
      Poetry Book 2: The Hidden Gustapo, #2

      Poetry Book 2: The Hidden Gustapo, #2

      Hulgar Von Schnueff
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      Take my treasure you will? Do you fit the bill? Take your filthy hand off my land and remove your foot from my well-earned loot! Remove that grin off your chin, for I host no contest to win! The effort is all mine, so why do you consider me a swine? Then likewise is your disguise, and suffice to say, you are in my way! Leave well alone, that which lives in pretense and suddenly alters its tone! The disfavor of fortune be the latter, as the delightful former was the batter, and they are all what they seem, when whipping the foul cream, and with assorted boilers, all blowing off steam!

      Take my treasure you will? Do you fit the bill? Take your filthy hand off my land and remove your foot from my well-earned loot! Remove that grin off your chin, for I host no contest to win! The effort is all mine, so why do you consider me a swine? Then likewise is your disguise, and suffice to say, you are in my way! Leave well alone, that which lives in pretense and suddenly alters its tone! The disfavor of fortune be the latter, as the delightful former was the batter, and they are all what they seem, when whipping the foul cream, and with assorted boilers, all blowing off steam!

    • 3

      poetry book 3: The Hidden Gustapo, #3
      poetry book 3: The Hidden Gustapo, #3

      poetry book 3: The Hidden Gustapo, #3

      Hulgar Von Schnueff
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      They say dead men don't bite, but I had misplaced the site, until I stepped on his toes and fell victim to his woes! There was an allergic tickle in my nose, when I encountered feathers of crows, and then I sneezed, but the crows weren't pleased at the hostile spray that blew their master's ashes away. The residents were heard yet unseen, as they expressed their revilement for the graveyard being unclean, and I was banned from Halloween! I still enjoy trick or treat, for I trick the crows into cleaning my feet, as a reward for my feat! The crows have a new tree, but by gosh they will never be free; Halloween has nothing on me! The shoe will always fit when it involves bought wit, however it may cost too much and thus settle for a third touch, and ice in the cold of June may welcome the third party tune! Crooked logs often make straight fires, but I won't lose my wit to a pack of liars! What they choose for themselves, they use for themselves only, but their paths are poorly lit, when faced with persevering wit! Through weather and crime, my wit has stood the test of time!

      They say dead men don't bite, but I had misplaced the site, until I stepped on his toes and fell victim to his woes! There was an allergic tickle in my nose, when I encountered feathers of crows, and then I sneezed, but the crows weren't pleased at the hostile spray that blew their master's ashes away. The residents were heard yet unseen, as they expressed their revilement for the graveyard being unclean, and I was banned from Halloween! I still enjoy trick or treat, for I trick the crows into cleaning my feet, as a reward for my feat! The crows have a new tree, but by gosh they will never be free; Halloween has nothing on me! The shoe will always fit when it involves bought wit, however it may cost too much and thus settle for a third touch, and ice in the cold of June may welcome the third party tune! Crooked logs often make straight fires, but I won't lose my wit to a pack of liars! What they choose for themselves, they use for themselves only, but their paths are poorly lit, when faced with persevering wit! Through weather and crime, my wit has stood the test of time!

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