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..just
goofin’ birth,
it’s only a limerick’s
girth & what’s a poem worth?
You wily wiseguys herein make a lick o sense sometimes
All too much too heavy for the backyard barbeque set come the holidays
So it’s goood 2know that the bulk o your sojourn herein is for sake of parody’s spin spin
All too much too heavy for the backyard barbeque set come the holidays
You wily zizeguys herein make a lick o sense sometimes
girth & what’s a poem worth?
it’s only a limerick’s
goofin’ birth,
just..
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@ times I feel like a streamslate John the Savage ~ banish me2 some superfluous island
soon; I’ve seen what the dope and the captors wish of me and it’s not my bag, Mustapha.
The Beatitudes . …Historically, they are a mantra of the J-Clan and you2 can stand for it.
The sun knew a bride: E was the sun in love and the solar system came to be it seems, G.
TheBeatitudes ‘at seemed to be like a mantra, a mandala, a tantric yantra ship to slip in2
& it ain’t ever been easy flying a kite even in a full-on macking windy breaker daylight
& so I sing THIS song, as the burden of inequality pushes down
& I dance the dance of the hopeful nihilist, just to keep on breathing
and I put my arms around you, girl, even as we watch waves rebuff
& smile at our teen children there, somehow thinking our smile is enough
Chris went in2 the wild 2 trail a journey; crossed a riverbed o carry-on & leeway
He loved the presence o said riverbed, all rich with hope and wonder, music, honesty
Mostly unaware of the elegy being written, …he ...……….. never saw that riverbed again
If ye cannot parody the times, Pan, the man, then ye don’see the enormity. AND th thing
is I still wana blieve we’re still on the bright track to luminosity as 2big-4-our-britches
beings
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From Episode: “The Story on Page 1” ~•~ “… Ye gourd bellied codpiece! …”
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1 Brown-eyed-pickeninnie-pagan She call’d me
And I answered feely & brought said oil.
she took it & smiled, holding shoes
One Red-Tail Hawk Presents:
Colossus
V
& the
Trampolines
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