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am i ee Sep 2015
why'm ah ma embarrassed by
you rgalumphin'?

wud i care what
yo luggage do?


that didn't work,

why am i embarrased by
your....insert word here with
proper tense and conjucation

why do i care about what other people think???

still not workin,

jes put
stinkin "galumph" in the sentence...
and see how it works?

~~en fin fer sure with this stinkin mess of poem
~~~~~ n ya'll better really like this... at least lie a little to make my tender heart feel the light..

sorry lil word you aren't stinky , well not quite yet.




\guh-LUHMF\
verb
1. to move along heavily and clumsily.
Quotes
It is at this point that one begins to feel embarrassed while other passengers galumph by with their luggage.
-- Stephanie Rosenbloom, “Flying Deluxe Domestic Coast-to-Coast for Around $1,000,” New York Times, January 23, 2015
Origin
Galumph is a 19th century invention from the mind of Lewis Carroll, and is perhaps a blend of gallop and triumphant
wise question posed to me at the young age of 14....and why did i?  oh i don't know... karma...samskaras?
am i ee Sep 2015
if you cry
and your tears
fall on your mac

do they harm it
or make it work forever?
am i ee Sep 2015
wander through
your
    day,
awash with wonder and
   delight,

at the ordinary.
am i ee Sep 2015
morning dawns
cool and fresh

the night
recedes

the magic that  is known
came for being alone

ahhhhhh
bliss
am i ee Sep 2015
hey you,
yeah you!

all you big boys
if you can't keep us with me

*** yourself right back
to your kitchen

fore it sho' nuff
needs one good
scrubbing
fore you
aready
to be out here
playin with ME!
am i ee Sep 2015
Dear kind gentle reader,

just a note to share with you
my wonderful day with you all,
truly the most extraordinary,
and most fun day we’ve seen
in a long while

far surpasses those
those wildly laughing
burning with heat so strong
i could have sworn it was
the time for me to depart
depart the beautiful world & life
for i swore it would not take too
long afore i would be in my grave
for all of the laughin
all that laughin taking
me to my grave

to return to this lovely & blessed tale,

a family of four walked by,
and stop to talk to bark &
talk with puppyhead,
then at me, 

wood wood
wood wood
a lot of that was a goin on

as they wandered on,
we lickety-split got our tether,
tethered together,
we ran out the gate,
to catch  our new found
little fun mates,

two little angels with
eyes so sparkling blue
and curls of honey blond hair,

and one little wild man,
loud and fast
of which nothing was scary,
but himself,
himself of
less than 3

and their large hulking
huge smiling giant of a man,
their wonderful papa

puppyhead and me
Wandered along with
our new friend pals
crissing and crossing
and
crossing and crissing paths

stopped at a magical spot,
hung and slid and swung
so we did
magic ***** and trees as tall
surrounding us all

on our jaunty way back
such happiness was sung

truly a magical day indeed.

as a special magical delight,
puppyhead and me
did discover, the answer to
the mowers and blowers
and beepers

three tinkling voices
chattering along,
mercifully drowned out all
the annoying stuff

dear reader
however, I must confess,
while these little darlings,
have come up with the remedy
to all of the ruckus

i’m a still gonna need
to *** me a new pair of ears
now
along with my new pair of eyes
and now even
more than ever
bless their loud singing
and chattering little hearts


farewell kind readers,
do not fret
for we shall be back
if not yet, then again
almost immediately

blessed blessed night to all….
from
my puppyhead & me
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