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Posted: 3/23/2008 5:33:09 AM | the kind that's sent from up above.
Like the Easter eggs from heaven
Ask no questions, only gather em up
When your only six or seven
Easter was a wonderful time
When I was a very young boy
Spending the day at grand-moms
Was to me a really special joy
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Posted: 3/23/2008 8:47:44 AM |
the day at grand-moms was a really special joy , when I was a child , the real mcCoy
raspberry picking and the blue bowl on the table , free as a bird in a delightful fable
then the story unfolded , and pick pockets got wise , before I had learned the ways and the lies , now I set a table today for my brood , to mimic some belief of what easter
holds , I climb up a rock-side of an adventure I'm sure , to hoist and jostle till these feelings are a blur , a riot below has me praddled (?) I have to see
where the last disaster has landed ... me
I want out of this chaos ... the illusion . To be set free. Enjoying Laughter...and Reality
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Posted: 3/23/2008 8:58:13 AM | I want out of this chaos ... the illusion . To be set free. Enjoying Laughter...and Reality
My name is Sam, Sam I am
Oh, how I love green eggs and ham!
Easter grass throughout the house
Cat chasing eggs like he does the mouse
Easter bunny has come and gone
Leaving candied eggs upon my lawn | |
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Posted: 3/23/2008 9:04:44 AM | leaving candied eggs upon my lawn
the child in me breaks out like dawn
whisper to hush to glee to skipping
the easter weekend is a fine way of whipping
up some fun and fancy free , stay away from misery
oh how fine to hear the sound
of bells that ring from outside of "lifes a bummer"... a trail has found
me and lifejackets are strewn upon the island of lies. I LOVE. The surprise. 
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Posted: 3/23/2008 9:19:33 AM | I love. The surprise. What erupts before my eyes
So many temptations, so many lies
Sugar-free eggs, rainbow grass
Do not come from a chicken’s *ss
Chocolate bunnies covered in dust
Not to sure that they won’t rust
Tricks are for kids, silly rabbit
Marshmallow eggs are my new habit.
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Posted: 3/23/2008 9:30:20 AM | marshmallow eggs are my new habit
all that sugar is spinnin' my head..dang nabbit
ohhh...and the chocolate covered bunnies, i counted seven
omigod, i think i'm in heaven
watching kids looking for eggs is a riot
but most of them aren't on my diet...
oh but what fun easter can bring
thank goodness it's only once every spring.. | |
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Posted: 3/23/2008 9:31:35 AM | marshmallow eggs are my new habit
sneak over the rainbow grass and jus gwab it
hop alittle with your lucky charm footie
and make like you just pulled it out of a cherry chocolate goodie
now stickin to the straw , footie is annoyed , goes to the pool and swishes it clean
looks all fresh again one footie is wet other is dry
just relaxin , stead of matchin
other . Sittin and smellin fresh peace of pie , while footie hangs out
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Posted: 3/23/2008 9:39:30 AM | thank goodness it's only once every spring..
bonnets and dresses and easter bling
blood sugars rising, sanity’s gone
hugging the basket upon my lawn
Cheshire cat and rabbit holes
Gummy bears , lemon rolls
Plastic eggs, lemonade
Have you seen my hearing aid?
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Posted: 3/23/2008 9:43:01 AM | Sittin and smellin fresh peace of pie , while footie hangs out
Am sick of making coffee for the local police station
Dishwasher is not required
Due to shortage of water
Let’s milk the cow longer
Or ask another Asian lady without
Brains but a c*** that has no accent
I think I am becoming racist
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Posted: 3/23/2008 9:46:32 AM | I think im becoming a racist mcd’s or turkey
Hmmmm wonder what mom is cookin up
yep heading over there for sup
most likely a turkey with all the trimmings
after mcd’s will seem like manna from heaven
though sugars will soar through the roof
I’ve never been one not to goof
my meter will ring with the proof
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Posted: 3/23/2008 9:51:25 AM | I think I'm becoming racist
well check it out , it's fine to see , the energy
speakin up for what 'it' be. Crab walks. The moon side-steps. Crawls. Then walks
with the shoreline. Follows the tide.
Foamy drift of wood
shells and weed. The sea n is believin. Gives back
what washes up sometimes is either a tsunami or a soft and gentle lee
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Posted: 3/23/2008 10:15:32 AM | what'll it be?
chocolate bunny ears
purple peeps
cadbury eggs
to make the sugar high complete
marshmellow stomaches by the dozen
courtesy of well meaning cousin
Smiles of happiness all around
The stealth Easter Bunny never making a sound | |
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Posted: 3/23/2008 11:21:41 AM | The stealth Easter Bunny never making a sound
I hear the word Cadbury
The ears prick up
There’s a scent here that is awfully fishy
I thought all Yankees preferred Hershey’s
I’ll hop to all chocolate stops
But my honey
You are sounding awfully funny | |
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Posted: 3/23/2008 1:00:13 PM | you are sounding awfully funny
think too much chocolate's making you rummy
i prefer my chocolate, the darker the better
just thinking of it makes my mouth even wetter
oh, if chocolate was a man, i would should marry
although i prefer them a tad bit hairy(!)
so i close my eyes and dream of the intense taste
and let my imagination not go to waste! | |
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Posted: 3/23/2008 6:02:35 PM | let my imagination not go to waste!
mixing up chocolates into a paste
smearing them all across my face
so that they don't go to my waist
then off the the party in great haste
licking my nose just for a taste
the smell hot and not a disgrace
I'm consuming it all at my own pace | |
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Posted: 3/24/2008 1:46:02 PM | clear in the bright songs
of the birds as i walk along
passing a field of aspargus, sees i,
phallically reaching for the sky
cherry bloosoms are such a tease
release her scent to all the bees
drinking in the warm spring day
occasionally stopping along the way | |
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Posted: 3/24/2008 4:47:09 PM | Occasionally stopping along the way
To read the words of many hearts
Blend into the season of thoughts
Where at times the road is dark
Miles and miles of many travels
Sunlight glisten force open these eyes
Sip life pleasures smile at lifes treasures
Wrap your arms around lifesjoy | |
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Posted: 3/24/2008 5:09:40 PM | wrap your arms around life's joy
If your lucky and can find enough to share
well .... that's great too.
In life, there's so many things to do
to sidetrack what's important
we grow empty, running on fumes
The forum is the place to go
Recharge the happy heart tunes
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Posted: 3/24/2008 5:13:27 PM | recharge the happy heart tune
or scream the anger out
the forum is where i come to soon
to figure it all out
occasionally there is such a gem
a written word by a poet
such a perfect word that's penned
i only wish i wrote it | |
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Posted: 3/24/2008 5:27:49 PM | (Hiya Rose)
I only wish I wrote it
so many talented people
so many words to say
some filled with heartache
some said for play
sometimes we feel so close to friends
we have to let them know
then it's with our words that we let love show | |
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Posted: 3/24/2008 5:36:32 PM | Heart to you both dears!!!!
Then it's with our words that we let love show
Sunshine Sister, you sure did it right
in that wonderful write
Gift of Your own Love within, too!!
Your Love definitely shined through
Rose, oh sweet the smell of your lovely words as well
Tears of Joy fall down this face
Of the warm loving embraces | |
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Posted: 3/24/2008 7:35:02 PM | the warm loving embraces
chill me to the core
with love from the lonely faces
who don't know how to love anymore
tender words meant to be kind
falling on deaf ears
infusing themselves with my weakened mind
while refusing to showcase my fears | |
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Posted: 3/24/2008 7:38:48 PM | while refusing to showcase my fears
i secretly hide behind my tears
sometimes the pain is so intense
to me, it just doesn't make any sense
my emotions are in control
i don't seem to have a hold
on my love or my life or anything
oh but the pain a heart can bring | |
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Posted: 3/24/2008 7:42:36 PM | oh but the pain a heart can bring to life
the never-ending never-land of wasted years
we choose to be and so we must conform
learn to hide behind the smiling tears
we're wanting the butterflies, the magic of the past
to woo us, to wake us, to shake us at last
to figure us out as we're wont to do
withering behind the shadow of you | |
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