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Category: Poetry

3 Seats

SMILEBE HAPPYGET ALONG I saw a manic paint those wordson the seats of three swings.

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See?

Not a single thing to tell youthat you haven’t heard before.But I can’t help repeatinga woodpecker’s at the door. Tapping at the knob.Why don’t I…

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Paper Hat Float!

I love this 4 cornered plotIt contains more than a lot.From the very first angleIt longs to containequality in the main. However it’s clever and…

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Generations In Hock

Your senses don’t make sense.Things disappear and re-appear.Or is it the other way round?Your things precede ain’t sound. In the old days I informed.You listened…

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Sure enough

Give me some latitude for my bad attitude.When I look back I can see all my hard timesthat couldn’t be measured by a yardstickbut by…

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My Goodness!

Much to do before I die.About planting a poem in your rosy eye.One that would last through the morn.Probably heard before I was born.A simple…

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Buzz

Can you honestly be as reliable as my toilet?Or as accurate as a digital when determining winners?How’s this for determining a better world?A faster life…

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