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I knew some people, just like you
Not just like you but as you do
Drinkers of bottles, quite a few
Sniffers of dust and of glue
Shooters and cutters thought they flew
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North or South can’t beat the heat
An army of one can’t beat a fleet
Running noses and stinky feet
The world’s colder on the street
Luxury’s just a clean white sheet
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In the dark without a clue
Off the bus short a shoe
Just one beast in this zoo
Why are all the colors blue?
Life is odd, just like you
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Go out with a bang
only when the direction
you’re propelled is up!
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We all pass one day.
So there’s a fifty fifty
chance we’ll meet again.
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I think calling Trump
an asshole is degrading.
Assholes are needed.
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Round rooms bear no corners,
nowhere good to hide.
Square rooms ply the angles,
walls trap inside.
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The outside brings false solace,
space to vast to win.
Time lost is vanished,
trapped within one’s skin.
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Light begins to fade
Lids begin to fall
Pain begins to wane
Love shared with one and all
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I built a playhouse, just for me.
I worked all morning, come and see.
It’s now just finished, just today.
So come on over and we’ll play.
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My house has windows and a door.
It’ll fit bunches of kids and more.
We’ll plant a garden on the side.
Bush in the back for us to hide.
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There’s a place for table and chairs.
To color books, build things with gears.
There’s little stairs to go up high.
Peek out the window touch the sky.
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Cook in the kitchen, clean when done.
The rest of the day we’ll have fun.
Can’t leave crumbs for a pesky mouse.
Then it’ll be the mouse’s playhouse.
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My house can be a boat with sail.
Or castle in a fairy tale.
A haunted house that is a scare.
Or just a place for friends to share.
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If you don’t have your own “me space”.
You can make one, just pick a place.
Surround with imagination.
Then fill it up with friends and fun.
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The End
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Suns will always set,
fading before our eyes, yet
some shock with surprise.
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Waking up’s the best time of day.
What will I wear, what will I play?
It’s time to think of things to do.
First find my pants and missing shoe.
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Wipe from my eyes the sleeps last trace.
I’ll brush my teeth, wash hands and face.
My bed’s made, teddy’s on pillow,
But one last hug before I go.
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To the kitchen, mom will be there,
Making breakfast for us to share.
We chat about things to be done,
Some of it work, some of it fun.
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Finish dressing put dreams away.
It’s time to start a brand new day.
That’s why waking up is the best.
But can’t do that without your rest.
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The End
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I’m not just me, I’m at least three.
One sailed far hoping to be free.
One steamed airless more recently.
The oldest walked a vast frozen sea.
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With passing generations this matrix grows complex.
A boundless atlas made of tiny specks.
Paper lines divide the pages of our time.
Ignorance is bliss, blindness sublime.
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Unfurl the man-made charts, the journey’s just begun.
The ship of fools adrift, nowhere left to run.
Invaders, settlers or immigrant be –
all driftwood from the churning sea.
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Time whispers on the ever-changing breeze.
One-eyed pirates still plunder all the seas.
Children wander a water-less beach.
Welcome shade out of reach.
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To find a paper line they roam.
To find a future to call a home.
Pages of the atlas grown,
each a page we call our own.
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The End
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Built a boat with boards of wood,
made with junk I knew was good.
Drifted on the seven seas,
searching for the birds and bees.
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Saw new lands; north, east, south and west,
returning home, thought it best.
My ship now sits on a stand,
fearful of the careless hand.
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Now if this vessel were too to break,
with scraps of wood I will remake.
Fitted then in a case of glass,
reflecting time for all who pass.
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And if this glass too shall smash,
its shards of glass tossed to the trash.
With broken sticks pulled from within,
my craft of new will then begin.
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