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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 I’ll never know the reason why, someone gave that blinking tie. That shrinking head – that coiling snake, that diet book – that fruity cake. That cutting board – that silky bra, that water toy – that meat so raw. That fuzzy hat – that joking toy, that farting doll – that jug of . . . → Read More: A Christmas Dilemma Came upon a Christmas scene right inside my house, wasn’t like a Christmas tree – not a Christmas mouse. There among the bears she was – that is where she hid, a pretty picture was she there – a smiling Christmas Kid. No asking is she good or bad – I am a biased . . . → Read More: Christmas Kid |
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“Super”
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”