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I decided to write every day.I don’t know what I will say.I hope that my words find a wayOut and onto the page.Anyway, I have to go to AANow where I will chair.I don’t know why I’m there.Believe me when I tell y’allI wasn’t downed by Alcohol.I didn’t hang out with thugs,But I was an…
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I Haven’t Written… In so long, and my desire to write Used to be so strong.Little birds droppedWords I’d convert to song.I don’t know what’s now wrong,But I still ache and I still long To write right for no throng Of awaiting readers, so Why’m I such a self-defeater?I guess I’ll toss up a verse…
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I’m warm and I’m kind, And most of you would define me as “refined”Because I don’t man-spurn just to head turn.But you don’t understand the debt the NEXT manHas to pay me for all the OTHERS Who’ve deceived, betrayed, or played me. Should that include YOU,All I’ll kindly do is issue you A used tissue…
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HEAVEN-SENT CHRISTINA I have a few friends I’m all in for, since They’re always there and always fair.Christina is one of the best of them, so I’d like to pen a poem I wrote to note Her kindness, compassion, royalty,Loyalty, and heavenly fineness. She may appear tiny, but she’s mightyAnd down to earth, and though…
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I was simply trying to get off of Mick Jagger’s cloud, and I fell through a crack in the sky.
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I’m embarrassed to admit that I’m terribly Spiritually Provincial and Uncosmopolitan, since I was never Force-Exposed to anything other than Christianity. Please keep that in mind if you actually read this. I’ve now spent thousands of years on this planet – about 3/4 of them as Christian, the rest as Confused. Guess which Me knows…
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Hot Pants Pants:These Pants o’MineAre mighty fine,But I can’t pantomime In my mind or in mine. ❤️
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CONFESSIONS OF A SCARY BITCH I’ll hunt you down And eat you up;I’ll screw your flesh,That’s not enough. I won’t stop there,I’ll eat your hair And poke your eyes.I’ll make you scared;You’ll try to hide. You will be found,I’ll be the one Who drags you down;Invades your corpseUntil you’re stuffed. I’ll spear your headTo take…
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WHAT I INDELIBLY REMEMBER ABOUT SEPTEMBER If September eleven took folks to Paradise,Nirvana, and Heaven,Why does it still hurt our scared hearts Regular folks were forced to depart?I believe we’re collectively extremely sad Other moms, dads, and singles were Made to mingle, taking final breaths,United in a violent and horrible death. Though it makes me…
