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G-G-Golly W-Wally! What's this thing right here do? |
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Created: December 8th, 2019 at 9:20am
Modified: May 1st, 2024 at 7:49pm
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No Restrictions October 3, 2020 at 1:44pm
October 3, 2020 at 1:44pm
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Sorcery
Malefic influence
Nefarious behavior provoking
The Omniscient One
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October 2, 2020 at 11:45pm
October 2, 2020 at 11:45pm
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x/x/x/x/x/
Awake young rebels come alive today
Accept the charge your purple hearts portray
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October 2, 2020 at 12:01am
October 2, 2020 at 12:01am
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x/x.../x
Celestial Psyche
Primeval Hunger
Angelic Nimbus
Platonic Purpose
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September 30, 2020 at 7:53pm
September 30, 2020 at 7:53pm
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I didn't see you this morning,
You didn't go to school, too boring?
You know I freak out without you
About a half an hour ago now,
I decided dear you're too highbrow,
Beloved darling, we're through.
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September 30, 2020 at 5:25am
September 30, 2020 at 5:25am
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Harvester of souls, take me when I go,
Hold my spirit tightly, Heaven help me,
If you should succeed, in full to my need,
Blessings of love I'll give away to thee.
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September 30, 2020 at 4:12am
September 30, 2020 at 4:12am
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I'm not a cricket lover fiddling,
I'm just a poem writer riddling.
I'm not a glass of water bubbling,
I'm just a simple human troubling.
I'm not a lazy puppy sleeping,
I'm just a jilted lover weeping.
I'm not a beetle hunter flying,
I'm just a lonely person crying.
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September 29, 2020 at 6:35pm
September 29, 2020 at 6:35pm
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Contented babies floating in the air,
Devine semantics in the Holy Land,
Attuned reception born by blessed prayer,
Rejoicing purely for God's unseen hand.
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September 27, 2020 at 3:12am
September 27, 2020 at 3:12am
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Arms have hands and legs have feet
And never shall the two of them meet
Until it's time to play little piggy
The little piggie says it's no biggie |
September 27, 2020 at 2:09am
September 27, 2020 at 2:09am
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Excitement inhabits my trade,
Restoring prestige to my work,
Incentive to elevate grade,
Concluding my stint as a jerk.
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September 19, 2020 at 1:17pm
September 19, 2020 at 1:17pm
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there is
nothing surreal
about poetry's base
except for the underlayment
of hidden truth |
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