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Pressing patterns patiently protecting priceless pillowed pleats
Proudly pasting photographs of proper preening parakeets
Pushing plastic pinwheels past the park where purple peacocks played
Panoramic pixies practice prancing down the promenade

Paying people for providing pizzas to pentathelets
Picking peppers privately, politely pleasing prom petites
Painting pulpits perfectly in places preaching pastors prayed
Posting pretty poetry on paper pages on parade

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What rhymes with orange,
well I was surprised
I checked all around
till it bothered my eyes
Scanned every page
of the books I could find
Still there was nothing,
it boggled the mind
Went to the internet,
searched for a site
Still no words rhymed,
it just didn’t seem right
Finally I gave up,
it’s all I could do
Except write a poem
with the color blue

My whispered wish
sweet love divine,
is your soft lips
caressing mine

And if per chance
my wish comes true,
so will my dreams
when kissing you

I took a train
to ease the pain
it dropped me off
at 4th and Main
But then I guess
I can’t complain
it’s better than dropping
from a plane
For if I did
I must explain
right where I stand
would be a stain
and there a while
it would remain

unless of course

it rained