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Posted: 3/17/2005 10:12:41 AM | Why Do We Cry
Why do we cry, tears that fall like rain,
Is it sorrow or sadness, is it caused by a pain.
Is it extreme joy, or maybe a pent up emotion,
To cry when you’re happy to me, it’s quite a notion.
For whatever reason there is, everyone cries,
Everyone has done it, no matter what their shape or size.
It doesn’t make you less a man, or more a woman you see,
It just means that you have feelings, as anyone would agree.
For we are only human after all, and that is what humans do,
And if you can’t cry anymore, than with living you must be through.
So let it all come out, if it’s what you need to do,
Don’t ever be ashamed, and to yourself be true.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/17/2005 10:13:11 AM | Ambush
Ambush left! Is all that I hear,
My heart begins to pound, pound with fear.
Bullets hail upon us, and I hit the ground,
I realize I’ve been hit, hit by a round.
Must keep going, or here will I die,
Force myself up, with no groan or sigh.
Fear now turns to rage, I don’t like be shot,
I start shooting my rifle, at the enemy I spot.
Couple rounds to the chest, and he’s dead for sure,
And a couple to another’s head, what memories to endure.
It’s battle for survival, and I fight it with my gun,
I should have mercy, but right now have none.
It’s a kill or be killed situation, and my morals I put aside,
They really don’t have a place here, so for now I let them slide.
A few more fall, with deadly skill I kill,
Done out of necessity, not simply for a thrill.
The rate of fire slows, then all I hear are cries,
Our enemy has failed, they have met their demise.
The battle is now over, somehow I have survived,
And I look around at those, whose lives I deprived.
There is no glory in it all, but rather a silent shame,
But to do it again I would, if the situation were the same.
I stand in amongst the dead, I can’t believe how many died,
And finally fell to my knees, and in sorrow and shame cried.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/17/2005 10:28:03 AM | Ode To My Father
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I cut the umbillical cord of hate when it came to you Daddy dearest
I suffered through your unending torture of indifference and venom
I gladly wore your hand made target so long as your victim didn't change
I stopped wondering why you didn't call, no words in print or on the air
You had my most prized treasure within your grasp and you did him harm
Your neglect of me, I survived, though I did not understand why I suffered
Your neglect of him, he perished, though I still do not understand why he suffered
Your disrespect and your blatant lack of remorse, so digusting yet so typical
Making every detail in his death all about you, your needs, your "sorrow", woe is you
Causing division within your own ranks while you claim your deep love of family for all to hear
Head bowed in silence yet your eyes are dry and your words, in private, are caustic and cruel Every detail is an error, chosen by you, committing your child to a grave he so fully feared
Why? Why did you let it come to this? Why is your son's life so needlessly finished?
How? How could you have been so indifferent to his pain? To my pain? To us?
When? When are you going to say what we always wanted to hear? I'm sorry? And mean it?
Who? Who is going to be there when you die? He is gone and to me, you are already dead. | |
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Posted: 3/17/2005 3:42:06 PM | | Well Miz, I consider myself a "dark" influence, not a bad one. So run with it.You're doing a great job! | |
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Posted: 3/17/2005 3:45:27 PM | Goat, that man in the toilet, I understand his pain. A touching rumination on the dreaded call to nature in a public place. My eyes were tearing as I read it, but from imagined claustrophic toxic odours or laughter, I can't tell.
Kobold, nice additions. Also, kudos for the one in the "first prize is me" thread. Very chilling, and yes, I could tell you weren't going for the win with that one...haha !
Miz, the fog poem--very "Kobold-like", though with your own special touch. Cheers to you, and it's great for you to hang around the men, especially so for the men.
Tera, powerful stuff, the last 2. Your father poem reminds me to dig out my own:
MY FATHER
He was a stranger in the house,
each night returning
to a distant wife, three
distant kids, and a case of beer.
He communicated in two ways:
reprimands or commands,
and half-snapped up,
a monologue into the T.V.,
an idiot to the idiot box,
hearing his crowning philosophy,
the wisdom of a half-century
distilled into defeated cynicisms
one hears at midnight
bar-room tables.
(In fact, when I pass the pool hall,
I can fill in
the same "look out
for yourself, don't trust nobody"
gems just by looking at the contorted
faces, the wringing hands,
the shaking heads.) My father's
stubborn, ignorant, fearful
mind without a moment's
peace unless soaked
in an alcoholic blur.
He's been dead over ten years
but he was dead a long time
before that, imposing
his glum will on us all
at the dinner table where we'd bolt
our food to bolt
out the door. Loveless,
torn between anger and shame,
he ushered in my life
and ignored the result, and I'm so
sad when I think back
and can't come up
with a single happy memory
of us together. | |
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Posted: 3/17/2005 3:50:25 PM | Howdy do. Not much time right now, so I'll do some reading after. Good to see ya'll here...man, I love it when this place is populated. Makes me feel all warm and gooey inside.
Well, here's what I have today in honour of the most Irish of days:
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‘Tis Saint Paddy’s Day and no one thought to wear green
‘Twas a land of blue and black and it was a dreary scene
So I tried to adjust the mood of the place if you know what I mean
I bent at half mast and provided a blast and watched everyone turn green
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It's almost a limerick, ennit? I'm still in an odd mood and right now farts are funny. I repeat:
Farts
Are
Funny
Okay..I shall return later on. Hugs and handhskes, eh. | |
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Posted: 3/17/2005 4:40:26 PM | Lmao, thanks for the "kudos" Rory. There was a suttle moral to that poem "Twisted" in the "Hello Gents" thread.
Be careful of what you ask, be careful of what you say,
And most of be careful, when you invite someone to play.
Your intentions may be good, but theirs you really don't know,
So remember when you play a dangerous game, you reap what you sow. | |
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Posted: 3/17/2005 6:59:32 PM | Sunrise Before The Wake Of Death
The sun slowly creeps over the horizon, ending a night that was long,
All the nighttime creatures now silent, as the birds begin with their song.
The sky highlighted with gold, pinks and yellows, against a backdrop of blue,
As the sun gets higher and higher, and its light brightly shines through.
All is at peace, and tranquility rules the land,
I stand in awe of its picture, before true beauty I now stand.
I take my morning stroll, as I often every morning do,
But something today is different, for no traffic do I view.
Not a single car moves, on the roadways of my town,
No noise of any kind, seems everything is shutdown.
I walk over to my neighbors, and knock on the door,
No answer do I get, so I knock louder and more.
The know me well, so I try to open the door,
It’s unlocked so I walk in, and find them lying on the floor.
They are both dead, on the floor they lay cold,
I’d never seen a dead person, if the truth were to be told.
In a panic I dial 911, but there is no answer to my call,
I can’t believe no one is answering, no one is answering at all.
I run to another house, but there’s no answer there,
Then run to another, doesn’t anyone care?
I get into my car and drive, to the police station I will go.
I’ll tell them of what I found, and then of the tragedy they will know.
I finally arrive at the police station, and running through the doors,
It’s then the horror shocks me, as I see bodies littering the floors.
Is everybody dead in here, isn’t there anyone alive,
I quickly check each one, but none of them I can revive.
I stumble out the door, and numb with shock I fall,
That’s the reason know one answered, that’s why no one took my call.
I start going door to door, but the same thing is what I find,
Then I drive to the next town, am I finally losing my mind?
For no matter how many doors, or towns that I visit,
I find the same ugly scene, though I try to dismiss it.
I am the only one , the only one that is alive,
And I don’t understand at all, why I alone survived.
I spend the rest of my days, looking for another human being,
But not another soul alive, did I ever end up seeing.
I’ve been alone for so long now, and as I take my last breath,
I gladly join with those of the sunrise, before the wake of death.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/17/2005 7:53:10 PM | Evening all.
I enjoyed reading everything here tonight. I feel wrung out when I read Kobold's poems, a good exhaustion like after a good massage. I wish I had your talent for the sounds and the rhyme you have. If there's beauty in a car crash, or love in loss...you can see it, whereas I can't.
Then there's Miz. I can't belive you've only been here since the end of January. It feels longer, like you've been a part of the barn for years. I could never get sick of your poems or you. You are a delight. Thanks for the thanks and I do giggle myself sick when I write those goofy half-assed poems.
Tera... my God. I felt like I was hit with a grain shovel after reading your first poem. Then I read your second. I read it twice and was winded even the second time. You have got some keen edge to you, like a Samurai sword. You stir my imagination, Tera.
Rory...another poet that makes my little mind swirl and grasp. Thanks for the thanks as well. That one was based on a true incident at a staff function. I didn't ask him if he tried the chicken or the fish. My money was on the fish. Your latest poem was..well, I have no words for it. It reached and haunted me. And I feel a bit of regret as well, though I don't understand why it's there. Thank you for that. I need to feel sometimes.
Okay...I'd better hit the sheets. Another day of bufoonery awaits me. G'night. | |
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Posted: 3/17/2005 7:55:56 PM | Excellent, Kobold, I think I'll be voting for you in that contest. Here was my recent entry there, (and my 2nd poem in 4 years-- the first was a cheesy effort in Longte's thread.)....
TWELVE DAYS AND I AM A STAR
Twelve days and I am a star,
I'm phoning my friends and spreading the word;
this'll be the greatest thing they ever heard;
I'll pull up to the concert in a bulletproof car.
Yeah, sure, you laugh, I'm just the opening act,
but I get things revved up for the aging KISS.
What a chance to upstage those fogeys is this !
I'll tear the house down and that's a fact.
They won't dare to pull me offstage so quick
when I swear and spit and rage and flash,
just look at all that young punk gash.
Up their asses with gusto I'll shove my guitar pick.
Break out the beer, boys ! It's party time tonight.
The record company suits'll be kissing my ass
when my tunes sound like synthesizers passing gas.
After my first million, I'll quit and just get tight. | |
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Posted: 3/17/2005 8:13:25 PM | lol-Thanks Rory, but your poem is good too. Never sell yourself short.
Been on POF for about a year. Time to break the news, so to speak-lol
(running a little low on ideas for poems is another way to put it)
Kobold
I’ll let you in on a secret, and let you have it for free,
Why I chose the name Kobold, and used it as an I.D.
I like to write spooky stuff, stories and poems and such,
I like write them to get a reaction, your fear I want to touch.
To pick a spooky name for a dating site, I’ll tell you right now it’s suicide,
I’m here to make friends and perhaps a date, so a spooky name I hide.
Now the name for a goblin in German, and it’s here that I’m being bold,
Is the same name I use as an I.D., to put it simply, it’s Kobold.
So now you know the story, behind the reason for the name,
And I’m certain that others do it too, the reasons somewhat the same.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/17/2005 8:24:11 PM | I have to post this poem here, in case you didn't see it. I know Rory did. It kind of cracks me up, and I actually take it as a compliment. It's a poetic response to a poem I wrote called Twisted. And by the reaction of Aldoz, I must of done my job of relaying what twisted is.
This is by Aldoz:
Kobold, my friend, you're slightly deranged,
Your passion is clear but something quite strange,
Lady Divine will surely be bemused,
For this thread mate ain't for the abused.
You clearly have issues, in need of a shrink,
to write words like that, you really must think,
I wonder if you're writing, from your prison cell,
you seem to be some kind, of deviant from hell.
Now charm is something, that ladies adore,
and seldom with your words, will they ignore,
but you mate are seriously, off your own rocker,
all this talk of blood & death and you being a stalker.
It's probably best that you're in the states,
I'd question your morals and if you have mates,
For if you were over in the UK, I'd clearly say,
Your door'd be knocked down, and you locked away.
Now maybe your words, are artistically meant,
you don't really have, all of this anger to vent,
but if you are serious, and this is your thing.
Get back to your cell mate, back at Sing Sing.
The only thing you'd win, in this line of phrase,
is numerous life sentences, for your deviant ways,
Treat the lady right, and use words that entice,
a welcome response, write something more nice.
But I cannot judge, what are Lady Divines own views,
on this prose you've written, I don't have a clue,
but I'd take a guess, she'll find you quite bad,
and tell you to ponce of you weird bloody lad... | |
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Posted: 3/17/2005 8:49:01 PM | Oh-oh ! the versifying bug is back. Another new one.......
THE SILENT RAGE OF THE MIDDLE CLASS
Where's your suit and tie, mister?
You look like a bum.
I wouldn't let you near my sister
and certainly not my mum.
I know I'm riding this bus
same as you, but the reason
is my Rolls was making a metallic fuss.
Now riding with the hoi-polloi isn't pleasin'.
Quit pressing on my coatsleeve,
you smell like a turd.
If I were you, I'd grieve
and with myself have a word.
Have you ever held a job?
I run my own show, chump.
You're just a nuisance and a blob,
an oh-so-superfluous rump.
Well, it's finally my stop,
to my air-conditioned office I go.
I don't care if you drop,
just remember I told you so. | |
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Posted: 3/18/2005 4:17:29 AM | Good Morning everyone....
ahhhh coffee...the morning wake up drink...lol
Kobold, as always you can create a master piece with probably just a blink of an eye...well done....was that guy just writing that response in jest or did he feel that way?, because look at Stephan King, now that man has a warped mind, his wife is into horror to, but yet they have a normal life...lol.....your talent lies in the dark, the unknown , the suspense of whats to come,but like I said you do have a side that shows every once in awhile. We all have things we are more geared to write, and we may tempt our hands in something else, but usually gear towards our passion.....
Goat....hiya...I love being here,and I love the fact that I met you here in your barn, for some reason it keeps calling me back....you know I started writing about 2 and a half years ago(again) when my life changed, to help release the feelings inside....and then last year I decided I was ready to try dating again...well that's a whole other story in it's self...maybe I will write a book on the woes of dating..lol
Anyway......up to last year I had written about 50 poems...that was two and a half years work....not bad....well this year from Jan to now...I have written 49 poems....now what does that tell you about my life so far this year?...ha ha...alot of learning,trying new things, and feelings....I also found that being on this site has helped my creative mind work...
well enough rambles,I wouldn't change being here for anything, this is my place to breathe for now....
Rory, good to see that some creativity is back for you,sometimes it hits you in the weirdest times, but I do find that being around other poets, and having topics to write about helps you think more , try to create...good job and keep it up, look forward to seeing some new stuff on the pages....
Tera, your poems were very deep and strong...nice to have another female crash the barn now and again...
ok...talk talk talk....let's post...
Perfect Dream
I see you... always in my dreams .....a place your safe to be
My life is good... when your there... your faithful and wanting me
No major expectations... or broken promises... made in my dreams
The words that are said.. and actions done... are truly as they seem
No hidden games.. are played in here ...upfront and true
I don’t have to fear... about you leaving me... feeling alone and blue
While you’re.. in my dreams... I am happy and alive
Dream is over... the alarm went off... It’s a quarter to five
Tonight as I sleep... I will dream about... the perfect you
Since I haven’t found ...you in life... this is all I can do…..
Miz..  | |
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Posted: 3/18/2005 9:25:29 AM | Probably in jest Miz, But don't care either way. It was cool to get a poetic "rise" out of him regardless. | |
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Posted: 3/18/2005 12:37:20 PM | oh I bet...lol...
I just read your poem about troubled past broken wings, I don't know how you can do it, how can you make it look so easy, and it sound so good...lol well done...
I don't know what the second will be for me...lol...mind didn't want to co operate with the first one..
will chat later on here guys...take care for now | |
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Posted: 3/18/2005 5:00:30 PM | Hey there peoples. I'll just drop this one here and come back a little later to do some reading.
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Retracing The Traces
I actually got exercise today; I angried up my blood
At first I thought I’d be chained to the desk; the day was a dud
Yet I was wrong and journeyed beyond my desk
On a quest
For what goes where and why goes with who
It was a cageless zoo
Oh, what to do?
So, not trusting the system, I strode about the halls; paper in my hands
Taking the written word to far and distant lands
But when I thought I arrived to where I’d drop my Daily Grail
I found I had been wandering around with my very own mail
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Okay, see ya'll in a while. | |
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Posted: 3/19/2005 1:05:10 AM | The Supermodel Zoo
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Please keep all unneccessary carbs and sugars away from the models at all times
Failure to do so would cause them to gain an ounce of weight, penalty is a fine
On your left we have a splendid example of anorexia at it's finest, er thinnest
See folks, what you see appears to be a smile, but us zookeepers know, it's a grimace
On your right we have the rarest of the rare, a woman with all her natural born parts
She curses, she spits, she actually eats, she burps, and if you're quiet enough, she farts
If you look staight ahead you will see our endangered species of supermodel, bitchius maximus
Feelings of goodwill and harmony following 9/11 have rendered this woman almost worthless
Careful now, I see your twinkie and see there, so do our ravenous specimens
They'll scratch and claw to get your sweet and then purge that sucker up again
And this concludes our guided tour of what some might call the frivoulous and vain
Donate all you can on your way out the door and please use the exit marked "sane" | |
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Posted: 3/19/2005 5:49:48 AM | Good Morning all...
just dropping off a poem for now, breaky time and going to watch nemo with my son...take care all...
Touch my heart with a gentle kiss
and place me on a pedestal
show me that I am the only one
who sends your heart into orbit
You look in my eyes
with your eyes so sexy and dark
and say with no words
that I am the only one
With a caress on the arm
and a gentle hug
no words are needed
for me to know your thoughts
I see our future
our lives together
sharing our hopes and dreams
our reality and fears
We need not share
these thoughts out loud
connected we are
in more ways then words
One soul to one soul
one mind to the other
connected forever
one heart to one heart.
Miz | |
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Posted: 3/19/2005 8:27:25 AM | Here's a quickie for this fine, fine Saturday:
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It’s Kinda Like a Love Song
Oh vertical smile, you are so worthwhile
Your mouth so wide and hairy
I had to take some time to compose a rhyme
To honour your dingleberries
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A tragic tale of things hanging from hair. Weep with me.
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Okay, that's enough. I have to go shoot some laundry and wash it. Wish me luck.
I have read all that is in the barn and you guys are amazing. Miz still makes my butter melt. Kobold stirs my fear up like drill mixer in lump latex paint. Rory makes me stand and sing like a national anthem. Tera...well, Tera makes me pay attention by repeated raps on the forehead.
Wish I had some time to talk, but...sigh...alas...
Okay...later, eh. | |
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Posted: 3/19/2005 11:40:28 AM | Hello Everyone..
My what a glorious day we are having here, I have just gotten back from a 2 hour walk, I know I will be paying for it tomorrow(winter laziness and all), but I don't care, I feel good, it is amazing how a little sun and warm weather an help heal your soul....
well Goat, I am glad I still make your butter melt, I have one poem that would probably do you in , but I am shy, having a hard time posting it...lol..little more graphic in words...sigh...guts miz guts....lol
For now I will post this one, I have written it in song form, so hope it isn't confusing, every once in awhile, something hits me in song,but I am so not musically talented, I get the words and thats it...lol
Enjoy, will chat with you later, luv you guys...
I am sitting alone in this empty room
Trying to go on and not think of you
It’s hard, so hard at times
Each morning I wake and put a smile on my face
Trying to not think of you
It’s hard so hard at times
Baby why can’t you leave my mind
My thoughts are my own
I need to move on with my life
So baby please let me go
I work each day 9 to 5 and sometimes overtime
Just so I won’t be alone thinking of you
It’s hard so hard at times
My nights are the worst, I hardly get any sleep
Keeping myself occupied so I won’t think of you
It’s hard, so hard at times.
Baby why can’t you leave my mind
My thoughts are my own
I need to move on with my life
So baby please let me go
Baby please let me go on with my life and have some happy memories
I need this baby please do one last thing
And please set me free……………
Miz....  | |
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Posted: 3/19/2005 4:18:27 PM | Limerick
8 syllables rhymes A
8 syllables rhymes A
5 syllables rhymes B
5 syllables rhymes B
8 syllables rhymes A
it is suppose to be humerous with a punchline in the last line...:-)
A dinner shared by telephone
Smile laughter chewing on a bone
Deciphering words
Spit out between burps
amazing the fun over phone
there was a man from canada
he liked to write poems with stanzas
bodily functions
without conjunctions
words together in canada | |
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Posted: 3/19/2005 4:20:24 PM | Hey , all.
Goat, loved the two entries in the poetry contest, especially the "flat beer" effort. Upgraded to "oh yeah" after a few frosties, I think it went, haha.... And after reading about your still-life self-portrait of "dingleberries", all I can say is I'm glad I never dine whilst reading your squibs.
Kobold, I won't tell any potential dates you're really a thinly-disguised goblin, BOO ! ......
tera, "The Supermarket Zoo", very witty, loved it. Please, just write non-stop and post in here.
Miz, more moving poems of longing. Bless you.
GIFT FOR ANOTHER TIME
I've heard it said
we think about sex
every ten minutes,
but since you've appeared
on this stretch of beach
I've used my daily
quota already.
Your proud bearing,
casual movements
and uniquely-toned body
tantalize, almost seduce me
but for afternoon heat
and a lethargic energy
pressing my limbs
so leadenly
into my blanket;
lust, oblivion,
and what words to select
are at war with one another
till your beauty and grace
becomes obscure sensation
I can't focus on. | |
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Posted: 3/19/2005 5:29:55 PM | Hey everyone...hope you are all well...
I am just going to post this, a friend told me about an experience he had over the holidays, and I told him I would create a poem about it...lol..so I did...wrote it up while talking to him and here it is...
Battle with the mango tree....
There is this man I know
That decided one day he would go
Some place warm by the sea
To relax and be free
While walking along the beach
A mango tree he did reach
Salivating at the tempting treat
Getting one wouldn’t be a feat
So off he went bare feet and all
Climbing the tree ever so tall
Doing so well he thought
Until he found the knot
Couldn’t get his footing nothing to hold
Away he went screams and shouts told
He slid on down scraping his jewels
As a young group watched from school
Landing on the ground on his butt
Body sore and full of cuts
Swearing that forever more
Mangos will be bought in the store…..
Miz.... | |
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