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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/16/2008 1:41:11 PM | that i wish we were, because.
The laundry is piling up.
Sometime I have to pause
Drinking from a cracked cup
Could you think about stopping by
For a cup of Coffee
and a slice of that store bought pie
Maybe you could let me try | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/16/2008 6:07:30 PM | Maybe you could let me try
pinching that one spot...you know that one spot
oblivious to the troubles, clouding our sky
we could maybe hideout today..its kinda hot..
windows open displayed to the world
exhibition, the sheets have fallen
love in the afternoon unfurled
springtime exstatic except...that damn pollen | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/16/2008 6:50:10 PM | springtime ecstatic except that damn pollen
making every day more explosive
a space suit's quite handy with breathing devices
except that the heat can be corrosive
to relationships hindered by over-large costume
and the time necessary to remove it
and then the darn sneezing takes over again
what in this world might improve it | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/16/2008 10:12:43 PM | what in the world might improve it...
a question so pondered by many
the muse, the poet, the nanny..
everyone reaching for just the perfect fit
absolution and peity brings it...
humbling, though it may be
for even my eyes have seen
the piles of shit covering it...
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/16/2008 10:25:05 PM | the piles of shit covering it...
is almost too much to bear
at times i'm sick of it
and then i just don't care
don't know what went so wrong
and when it all transpired
it's been this way for so long
now it's so hard to be inspired | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/16/2008 11:11:58 PM | now it's so hard to be inspired
Maybe you just need to Pump
a little more air in your tires
No more flat spots thumping
to un-secure your heavy load.
no more problems on the road
Sit up and look far far ahead
Think not the final destination.
Should be a thrill just to follow
the map etched in your head
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/17/2008 12:43:51 PM | Think not the final destination should be a thrill just to follow the map etched in your head
though eight lines could have been used instead of that gps thing which about I read
toomany fools in the forest and fields planting weird things for others to seal in a half hidden box
then off with the lock and no need to shock anyone with a dead roach under a rock
like they will find it easy enough when you post those quordinates on the net
yet who will bet on the deceptively easy place being so hard at which to get
Your gonna have to climb that big old pine and reach out into the branches
then you may find when you unclutter your mind you only have so many chances | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/17/2008 1:10:44 PM | Then you may find when you unclutter
your mind you only have so many chances
Sorry I forgot to tighten it up to eight trances
Was way too tired to count the number of stances
Sat here way too late before I realized I missed
The invitation to the Wed nite POF dances
You know how it goes with hit and run romances
Especially true, if they knew, you got limited finances
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/17/2008 2:16:50 PM | Especially true, if they knew, you got limited finances
hard to make it to the dance
overlooked 'cause you are poor
all good though, cause my car is PAID FOR 
Had an interview the other day
the man in black asked questions with sway
if you were a luxery SUV
first thought off the top, what would YOU be?
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/17/2008 2:27:55 PM | first thought off the top, what would YOU be?
Nothing fancy, Maybe a World War II old army Jeep
No top, Windshield Strapped down
Ragtag canvas seats
Horn that goes Beep, Beep!
Like the one they drove around
In the movie, “Coal Miners Daughter”
Yeah, Gimme' a Jeep....I'll put in my order.
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Posted: 4/17/2008 2:49:31 PM | Yeah, Gimme' a Jeep....I'll put in my order.
then i'll make a run for the border
didn't see an tesla roadster
guess it's not a sportster
luxery isn't that to me
it's love, true and simply
i don't mind driving a paid for ride
when i know that love is on my side | |
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Posted: 4/17/2008 6:49:29 PM | when i know that love is on my side
i walk with a bounce in my stride
i want others to be happy to0
that is what love can do...
and when the day is done and gone
i'm with the love that i so long
looking deep into his eyes
feeling the bond that ties | |
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Posted: 4/17/2008 7:30:50 PM | While parked under the underpass
idling and burning gas
enthusiasm fogs the glass
illicit with our balls of brass
we have to make it hot and quick
smile till you hear it click
snap a nude memento pic
what a way to get our kick | |
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Posted: 4/17/2008 9:49:27 PM | fast
your in good shape
slow
well, not so much
energy; the key
supposedly red ginseng and a wildly healthy imagination is an unstammering stamina seducer, for me, i have the red ginseng and I've come to feed
eat the seed or be
seed... | |
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Posted: 4/17/2008 10:05:42 PM | Seed...you want to grow with me
Sprouting up together
Side stepping the weeds
Reaching high for the sun to see
Hope I grow really really tall
Know you flowers don't like
to date or take short flowers
to that very important ball
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/18/2008 10:39:30 PM | To that very important ball
I placed under my lacey shawl
Brimming with hair and a bit of skin
Poor little guy was missing his kin
I hugged him tighter and whispered crisp and clear
Don't worry little bugger, your beloved wife is here
Thought I was your mistress again...didn't you?
Blindfolds have holes when you tried to make three a two | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/19/2008 6:59:07 AM | when you tried to make three a two
the customer turned into something new
calling out loud for some help from the crowd
that calm exterior just blew
now the cops are all over the place
picking up pieces of ass an face
thinking out loud that you shouldn't be proud
its really more of a disgrace | |
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Posted: 4/19/2008 7:04:07 AM | it's really more of a disgrace
the way your ego gets around
the music you must face
is quite a sickening sound
to let it go and be humble
and be happy for others too
should not cause you rumble
allow your spirit to become you | |
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Posted: 4/19/2008 11:46:31 AM | allow your spirit to become you
free .... in the spirit of giving
taking .... your one true love
breath .... life into it's lungs
Having life of it's own
Grow ... stretch .... even roam
getting further from your home
safety net ... has been torn! | |
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Posted: 4/19/2008 2:29:48 PM | Safety net ... has been torn!
All the tuna escaped
The sharks looking for blood
Dreams sinking in all this crud
And the crew on the Bering sea
Not the fishing work job for me
Rather be home by the fire
To lay back down and retire | |
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Posted: 4/19/2008 3:17:04 PM | That will be the end
History will record
Died in a hospital ward,
This is what the tomb stone read
She was the woman he wanted to love
Her daddy was famous with a long gun
Son of a gun, Lived by the gun,
Shame tho’ he was the unlucky one | |
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