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, . . .

Silly noun,

oh you dearest verb,

of what adjective am I, to use.

in a world of adverb to have not been,

preposition with.

Ahh my love of my grammar that hates all of punctuation.

Where are my paper, pencil and pen.

Damn it,

I see none but this horrid fire of a tablet,

called technology.



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NmBs #5

Hope sat,

while patience drank,

 humble wept when one cockroach 

went north to the arctic.

 “Man, there’s no more room 

for me in the wasteland of men.”



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Life’s mysteries bp1.c

. . . that bee is in a rut.

Its madness and sadness comes of life in a nut.

Once upon a day,

he went to tell my skin and say.

Here is some honey for you,

coz I am filled with honey,

I can’t stand this life that stings me.

How do you like it.

I ran for my life and looking for a river,


 “get away, get away!!!”


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