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Posted: 10/11/2008 2:26:43 PM | with a look that couldn't be hotter
she asked if I wanted to dance
so I stumbled onto the floor
with thoughts of wild romance
but I was born with two left feet
a fact I just could not hide
I think the romance wore off
when I fell down on my backside | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 10/12/2008 8:16:14 AM | when I fell down on my backside
as I was trying to glide
I wished then I could hide, but instead
she sat down by my side
and together we laughed 'till we cried
then she glanced at me
and I knew our destiny .....
our next dance would be in bed | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 10/12/2008 8:34:17 AM | our next dance would be in bed
that was what she said
I couldn't believe my ears
and the way her eyes threw spears
that sailed right through my heart
setting passion in fluid motion
putting my horse before my cart
I dove into her ocean | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 10/12/2008 9:59:09 AM | until we touched eternity
we knew we were on our way
it was shining in the distance
at the end of a beautiful day
we are getting ever closer
at least that's how it seems
when at last we close our eyes
and slip into our dreams | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 10/12/2008 12:34:54 PM | joy fills your soul like a halo of gold
as your children peel themselves out of the mold
and begin to take on their own special shape
and make preparations for their escape
into a world full of promise and wonder
no looking back to when they were younger
so full of confidence but also of fear
and hoping their parents will always be near | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 10/12/2008 1:04:23 PM | Hoping their parents are always near
To love us and wipe away our tears
When small it is our very worst fear
The loss of the ones we hold so dear
Who has not awakened from bad dreams
Felt the need to cry perhaps to scream
Frozen in fear from bad things unseen
Time when parents love is so supreme | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 10/12/2008 2:44:53 PM | Time when parents love is so supreme
for those lucky enough to be the gleam
in their parent's eyes but unconditional love
is not always present when push comes to shove
I know I am lucky to have been so blessed
with the nurturing and love in my own little nest
but I've seen the pain and the hurtful result
where those feelings of closeness were never felt | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 10/12/2008 3:05:26 PM | where those feelings of closeness were never felt
or when one needed protection
no parents were about
and instead of being praised
one would scream and shout
the other occasionally take off their belt
and use it as dr. spock ok'd
so to grow up and find parents remorseful and loving you so
really helps balance everyone's sorrow and brings love into tomorrow | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 10/12/2008 10:49:36 PM | really helps balance everyone's sorrow and brings love into tomorrow
the next days emotion the previous day had to borrow
with winter coming the farmer's have to break out the farrow
to prepare the earth for next year's yield
if its not the cold weatherthat's getting you down
then for what reason pray tell does your face wear a frown
there is a carnival on the edge of town
crooked games and cotton candy | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 10/13/2008 6:00:14 AM | crooked games and cotton candy
a girl named Sally and a guy named Andy
hand in hand headding for the rides
say let's get naked on the water slide
They'll throw us out or maybe in jail
not if we quickly jump the rail
run for cover in the parking lot
just thinking about it makes me hot | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 10/13/2008 10:48:52 AM | just thinking about it makes me hot
but rotting in jail with no clothes to curtail
the jeers and glares of the inmates' stares
never mind all the horrors she'd heard she'd have to endure
gave Sally enough fear to run away
and not be lured into Andy's fantasy.....
so maybe again he'll find next year
another to play truth or dare | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 10/13/2008 2:41:28 PM | another to play truth or dare
future at risk or past be told
I will take either, I dont care
For I am (or am not) bright and bold
The truth's that we're one of a million or so species
The truth's that we're not in control
The truth's we've all sat and played in our feces
The truth is with luck we will at best die old | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 10/13/2008 7:05:34 PM | The truth is with luck we will at best die old
in a world so cold we believe that's the end
when off in another philosophy more bold
its just the beginning of the message we send
Standing on the top of the hill
a bit in awe of the Hendge
feeling time melt inside the will
knowing that life's your best friend | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 10/13/2008 8:13:20 PM | knowing that life's your best friend
knowing with this breathe my life will end
knowing what straight i may choose to just bend
i may bend or just drive farther
you can live life or just forget things
you can quit or hope for what brings
you can be mute black out for who sings
i have a cliche, but wont bother | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 10/13/2008 8:40:04 PM | i have a cliche, but wont bother
for they all tend to sound like child's play after a while....
I dare you to put all judgement aside
and see we're all balancing precariously
on this roller coaster ride....
I dare you to repeat this brilliant line one more time....
that at the end,
'its just the beginning of the message we send' | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 10/14/2008 1:56:59 AM | 'its just the beginning of the message we send'
a political season winding down to its end
I will not raise your taxes my friend
just those who make more than you
autumn's arrived coloured leaves on the trees
the Seahawks keep losing we need a reprieve
sitting with santa in pictures say "cheese"
with vertically challenged elves | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 10/14/2008 11:58:59 AM | with vertically challenged elves
its easier to fill up the shelves
just stack them on the top of eachother
don't really matter about sister or brother
much like smerfs in a bowl of blue jello
the elves with Santa tend to be mellow
not noticed very much when he is around
nobody is sure if they're green, white or brown | |
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Posted: 10/14/2008 4:59:52 PM | No body's sure if they're green white or brown
Who cares anyway baby
Santa Claus is coming to town
So don't frown
Cause Santa, he don;t like no crab a$$
So you best not give no sass
Santa will put coal in your stocking
Then do stuff to you that's really shocking | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 10/14/2008 5:37:02 PM | Then do stuff to you that's really shocking
like take all your toys away
and give them to others worthy of play
who'd appreciate them with true gratitude....
this is what happens to people with attitude
so start planning now on making amends
learn that in life, receiving gifts really depends
on being humble and grateful right to the end | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 10/14/2008 5:52:10 PM | on being humble and grateful right to the end
standing tall and firm without chaos to bend.....
painting on a smile to mask the pain within...
yet living life in truest fashions descend....
letting go of demons that destroy.....
becoming human with a heart full of joy....
trying once again to breath alongside every girl and boy...
no more trick or treat upon my heart nor being played as a toy...... | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 10/14/2008 6:24:40 PM | no more trick or treat upon my heart nor being played as a toy
for joy for joy this boy is happy for my long distance pal
I shall smile in my heart and start to depart from feeling sad
the bad and the good together again in balance for you
not so new but true that nothing is better than knowing
you are showing us all a growth and maturity I alway knew you had
this make me glad as you surely must see
free now to shine again | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 10/15/2008 3:23:20 AM | Free now to shine again...
to glow from the beauty the is within...
free from past torment ... free from violent sin..
once again smiling with a glimmer of hope i will begin....
laughing alongside the others i adore...
the fish in the sea that leave me wanting more...
friendships that held me together thru so much of deaths door....
i missed my friends of the sea.... walking with me upon that shore........ | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 10/15/2008 4:08:26 AM | i missed my friends of the sea
walking with me upon that shore........
a temporary gap in our community
but not forevermore......
sometimes quiet solitude is what you need
to be ready for what's next in store......
so welcome back now that you're free
to see love radiating through every pore...... | |
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