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Posted: 10/29/2006 8:13:18 PM | Telling tails of pails in jail you sail,
and you said you were a honest person.
So you lied about your love of pails in jail,
and you sailed right on threw that lie.
Many people have odd loves,
but that one I would of left covered up.
In the back yard under a tree,
and your dog dug it up you say. | |
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Posted: 10/29/2006 9:23:26 PM | In the back yard under a tree,
and your dog dug it up you say.
Well that's the lamest excuse
for an x-husbands boday
that I ever heard today.
So if your dog "just dug it up"
How did he know where to dig?
I think he was looking
and knew you were cooking
up a little murder
she said.
"I'll kill you if I ever smell another woman"
All the neighbors heard you say.
And then there's the little one
about that cute handgun
stashed beneath your window,
set on stun..
"come on we know you did it!
We know don't fib it!
We know who!
We can smell him a mile away too! | |
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Posted: 10/29/2006 9:37:30 PM | We can smell him a mile away too,
and might I say he smells tastey.
That pig he is with a apple so red,
and stuck between his teeth I bet.
Never knew him when he was alive,
and his life on that farm.
No biggy,
because my mouth waters so. | |
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Posted: 10/29/2006 10:17:11 PM | because my mouth waters so.
The mouth of my river that is.
Winding down that lazy drift no,
Worries or cares to follow this
just drift on the waves, just drift.
Let the wind just lift
You through this passage, this sorrow
And land you in the calm lake of tomorrow | |
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Posted: 10/30/2006 7:21:13 AM | And land you in the calm lake of tomorrow
grandstand two bin a long take bugs do borrow
without even asking for permisson
you need to use all that intuition
fluition of idea
found in an Ikea
left me feeling weak in my knees
just before I had that fatal sneeze | |
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Posted: 10/30/2006 10:25:34 AM | Just before I had that fatal sneeze
I was ready to please
you in ways I had never imagined I could
Just before my head blew off. I should
go look for it, see where it blew
when it whistled through
the air and flew
away.
Anyway
How would I find it without any eyes?
No tears, no cries?
No use.
My intuitions rusty from such misuse.
Should tether it while I play
Stop me giving my head away. | |
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Posted: 10/30/2006 11:24:41 AM | Stop me giving my head away
insist i give up this morbid play
suggest for me a brand new way
to allow myself some pleasure
take me away, so far from here
where mountains are winning, visions are clear
remind me unkindly that these voices i hear
are the truth in my sanity's measure | |
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Posted: 10/30/2006 12:49:30 PM | truth in my sanity's measure
ment to bring my pleasure
locked up like some treasure
burried by too much leasure
its the fun of satisfying work
that easily destroys the jerk
stops procrastinating shirks
then get bought by Turks | |
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Posted: 10/30/2006 4:32:00 PM | Then get bought by turks,
and wonder what is the perks.
You had it all,
and you let it fall.
To intune to what you thought you wanted,
and ended up on the bad end of the money belt.
The world is looking at you,
and wondering what was he thinking. | |
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Posted: 10/30/2006 7:50:58 PM | and wondering what was he thinking,
she continued her with her drinking.
Not daring to ask, if he cared.
Not ever asking why he came here tonight
Or even trying to make it turn out right
Not caring to ask if he dared.
Not noticing his eyes looking so sad
as he watched her geting drunk bad
Just staring to see if she'ld share.
Not understanding what he may need
Not comprehending where she may bleed
Just sharing to keep long the stare. | |
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Joined: 10/22/2006
Msg: 211 | |
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Posted: 10/30/2006 8:43:54 PM | just sharing to keep long the stare
that faded so fast didn't know how to compare
composing and dozing all the day long
to keep people happy without pay and a song
toot your whisle blowin your horn
just don't eat all that unpopped corn
it doesn't sit well and it may break your teeth
so leave it alone or you'll be talkin to Keith i meen Keese
go grab the butter i'll pop in the corn
to that old fashioned cast iron
my belly stove wood burnin delicacies are born | |
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Posted: 10/31/2006 2:58:02 AM | My belly stove wood burnin delicacies are born,
and other wards I feel it in my gut.
You tring to trick me up where I have notting to say,
and yet you know when the mood hits I will be back.
I hang here from time to time,
and not always hanging on every word.
If its fun then I am around,
because I like to smile and not frown. | |
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Posted: 10/31/2006 6:48:07 AM | because I like to smile and not frown
I look pretty silly when I fall down
picking stuff from my teeth is quit a thrill
like all those bugs you get in your grill
riding my bike and swimming is fun
wow you should seem when I run
Nobody invites me to funerals no more
fine by me cause there I can't score | |
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Posted: 10/31/2006 9:24:29 PM | Fine by me cause there I can't score,
and not because I am a bore.
Just because I don't like the dare,
so don't go thinking I care.
One click you got lucky,
and two I think your insane.
Put down the gun from your head,
and live before your in your grave yard bed. | |
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Posted: 10/31/2006 9:40:01 PM | live before your in your grave yard bedroom
sharing with your own motionless corpse
the tickles of some worms passing bye your gloom
where you used to have those smart retorts
your shorts don't cling to the hips so well
once that water gets taken away
the killer smile and queen's court style
can't dance or love make play | |
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Joined: 10/22/2006
Msg: 216 | |
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Posted: 10/31/2006 10:01:55 PM | can't dance or love make play today
we'll have to save it for a rainy day
when easter comes would suit me fine
because i find my honey behind the pine
whistlin dixie blow me a breeze
so i don't have to get on my knees
sometimes your lucky sometimes a stool (not that kind)
that's how she goes, there is no rule | |
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Posted: 10/31/2006 10:11:26 PM | that's how she goes, there is no rule
be the hero and the fool
be the scholar at nursery school
be the one that knows the tool
eat your dinner without drool
prosecute those guys that are cruel
acmire the beauty within a jewel
there is no honour in a duel | |
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Posted: 11/1/2006 5:23:54 AM | There is no honour in a duel,
and that isn't why they done way with it all.
The law came to town,
and at first they all frowned.
Then when the ladies liked the law,
the men inforced it so they wouldn't hear them ball.
Soon there was lots of courts,
with unjust way of putting down them unlawful farts. | |
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Posted: 11/2/2006 11:40:30 AM | (good one, sammy....hehehe)
putting down them unlawful farts
of words and lines you call an "art"
take my mind and rip it apart
senselessness is rampant
there's a rhythem, a tune, a lyrical way
i found it, i know it, just the other day
now, when i look, it's gone away
oh, how these words do leave me | |
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Posted: 11/2/2006 4:54:38 PM | oh, how these words do leave me
sometimes at a welcomed time
my rambling poems, limerick and write
often are lacking in rhyme
To express in words
is really an art
but always they come
straight from the heart | |
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Posted: 11/2/2006 6:21:14 PM | straight from the heart of the matter
causing a huge crowd to scatter
she let it all out with screams and shouts
then went back to making cake batter
all in the name of the Lord
they sharpened the double edged sword
then went off to war to settle that score
now they can fit in a gourd.
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Posted: 11/2/2006 8:49:20 PM | Now they can fit in the gourd,
and it came about by grandma.
She took us out,
and planted the seed.
She said lots of water,
because there is a need.
Sunshine grew a big one,
and now all our pennys fit inside. | |
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Posted: 11/3/2006 7:25:50 AM | now all our Penny fits inside along with Pete and his dog
they are floating along with current support trying to miss the logs
jammed in the bank to protect the shores of rich and famous folk
looking much like a war zone their seclusion becomes a joke
when we can freely float around in a hollowed out pumpkin
playing pirate with treasures to hide from all the other bumpkins. | |
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Posted: 11/3/2006 7:11:39 PM | Playing pirate with treasures to hide from all the other bumpkins,
and thats what started a song about a country pumpkin.
She sang her out,
and many did rember the song.
She sit on the swing,
and sung all resess long.
Words she was to young to understand,
and yet she liked the tune. | |
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Posted: 11/3/2006 8:18:22 PM | and yet she liked the tune, when she heard it.
That surprised her, because she didn't fit
in his concepts of her.
Kind of like a bur,
he said one time,
she thought it was just a line,
like ones he used to keep her interested,
but not clingy, or defensive,
But the song he wrote for her told her more
it was as much as she imagined,longed for.
Because now she knew
that he felt it too. | |
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