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Conservative, Smervative – what’s all in a label? Liberal, Smiberal – put it all on the table, Black, White, Pink, or Green, How do you look – which way do you lean? Pigeonholed, Smigeonhold – we’re all in a slot. Is that really the way – perhaps it is not? We have our opinions, . . . → Read More: Black, White, Pink, or Green Supersize, Super Bowl, Superglue and more, Superstrong, that Superwax, you put upon your floor. Supercool, that Superstar, you read about a lot, Superthin, that Superpen, that makes a tiny dot. Superstore ,where you shop, to purchase many things, Superrich, who just might be, living life like kings. Supersex, Supermom, Superhot my gosh, Everything is . . . → Read More: “Super” The World is a Rhyme – I see it that way, a game of all words I just have to play. Not really a poem from all that I’ve read, a rhythm that’s there – a beat in my head. I put it all down for others to see, it’s what I enjoy – a . . . → Read More: The World is a Rhyme The Freedom of Speech was given to all, created back then and still standing tall. It’s listed as “First” and not so by chance, Forefathers were smart by taking a stance. Prior to this – can’t even to ask why, or subject to prison and even could die No marvel this one’s the first . . . → Read More: The Freedom of Speech The Fountain of Youth is forever sought, as hard as some try – may never be caught. Some look to the knife to peel back the years, some turn to the pills to hold back the fears. Some plaster the goop and spread it around, some swear by the herbs that come from the . . . → Read More: Fountain of Youth Must it grow fast – as tall as a crane, to stay as a player – remain in the game? Must it perform for hours on end, never to shrink – never to bend? Must it, like, jump to immediate call, while in the same room – painting that wall? Must it creep slow . . . → Read More: Action Forthcoming? I don’t eat – I don’t sleep, I don’t ache – I don’t weep. Got warranty that is honored by others, don’t ever fight with my sisters or brothers. Never get old – just a little bit worn, with the newest update – I’m truly reborn. Life, and its problems, don’t worry me none, . . . → Read More: Life as a Robot I enjoy a birthday cake with my bestest buds, cotton candy, cherry pie, even milky duds. Pour that syrup – thick and rich – on my hottie cakes, take it straight – or with milk – for my frostie flakes. I like S’mores – on a stick – when I’m camping out. I do . . . → Read More: Dummie Dums If I am two and you are ten, could sit for me right now or then. But as we age the years apart, aren’t the same as when we start. If in my teens and you are more, can stand me now and eight is four. When three-o hits we are the same, a . . . → Read More: That Aging Game |
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When to Leave and When to Stay
Wish I were a fly on the wall,
something said or heard by all.
To get the scoop right from the lips,
from those who know and give the tips.
Banker, lawyer, politician,
first to know from their admission.
Right or wrong or in between,
how to use what you’ve just seen?
When to . . . → Read More: When to Leave and When to Stay