This is my entire Ounce of Prevention series up to date, (which some of you may already be familiar with) including the full length story (which none of you have read up till now. I often play around with the timeline in this series, so the sequence of chapters you see here are subject to change as time goes on. The series is mostly drabbles, with one poem, and one full story; chronologically (so far) the poem comes first, and the style of it is based off of the style of e.e. cummings' If. I've included the original poem for comparison, but because my poem is still a drabble, I had to keep mine down to 100 words.

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IF

e.e. cummings

If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie,
Life would be delight,--
But things couldn't go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn't be I.

If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I'd be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn't be you.

If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,--
Yet they'd all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn't be we.
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Red Could Be Rhymed

If freckles were lovely, Red could be rhymed,
Scars would be pretty, if blood wasn't mine.
Life would be grand!
But that isn't so,
Enemies became friends,
Friends shouldn't be foes.

I've no spots -- look at my stripes!
Colors clash -- red, purple, and white.
Can't see who I am,
Visions's gone thin.
Don't know who you are.
What's a lion, again?

You're not You, and I'm not I, We're not We,
Red can be rhymed, but the sun's in the sea .
Stars fell down,
Scars cross the sky.
Friends are now enemies.
Who is it that cries?