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Isadora's Poems

I would rather eat a bowl of vampire bats
than spend an hour with Carmelita Spats.

(5.46)

It would be a stroke of luck
if Coach Genghis were hit by a truck.

(5.96)

Donít worry Baudelaires, donít feel disgraceó
The Quagmire triplets are on the case.

(5.129)

It may not be particularly wise,
but itís a thrill to be disguised.

(5.169)

On Auction Day, when the sun goes down,
Gunther will sneak us out of town.

(6.143)

For sapphires we are held in here.
Only you can end our fear.

(7.67)

Until dawn comes we cannot speak.
No words can come from this sad beak.

(7.87)

The first thing you read contains the clue:
An initial way to speak to you.

(7.142)

Inside these letters, the eye will see
Nearby are your friends, and V.F.D.

(7.193)

And Duncanís research was absolutely right.
The paper dried off, and fell at night.

(7.221)

In photographs, and in each public place,
Snicket rarely shows his face.

(8.75)

Someone at the newspaper changed the story once again,
It was not coffee, but black ink, that made the jacket's stain.

(UA.124)


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