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                        ­           The thing of life

Then lets thank GOD            for keyboards.

What no cards for me
this must be wrong
how can this be
or dost that postman just hate me
just have to rock my blues guitar

why me
why me
W H Y   M E ?

To all the women on hello poetry
I would like to wish you all
a very happy valentines day
Thank you for your comments
over the year on all my rants and ravings
one maybe big
most small
but most of all
for being women
Thank you Paul

if you had a book with one word word per page

                                          THEN

           ­                                                                         YOU

MIGHT                 BE                              LOOKING              AT

        ­                                          me.

If i am here
                                      then I am not there
but where am I when I am not there
                                      
                                       can I be somewhere in between
HERE                                        :-)                                        AND THERE
                                 Thank God I am not Dr WHO.

Eye's do not smile
all they do is cry
since you went away
       and there's no more left
          where all that green grass grow's
just hard frozen earth
and it's the cold that burn's my eye's
so all I do is cry.

O
If I was a ball I would B   "    U NCE
into your arms   D
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                      ­                  N
                                         G         ALL

But i am not
just a man
BUT  
         Still
                  I
                     F
                       A
                        L
                        L.

italic's* Bold as he was
leaned on italicME
and what was.

The Prince while
playing croaky on his lawn
did say in a gruff voice
for he had a bit of a cold that day
the secrets of his past are inside his head
I wonder if he will be happy after he is dead
or indeed happy now.

There is a hole in my mind
that lets water into my soul
or is it my shoes                        T
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                                      I                              Sing
                                                                        the
                                                                                      BLUES!

Brink took the time, to blink, and
                                              
                                                 T
                                               U
                                              r
                                            n
                                          ed

On himself, why?
  Was he standing there
     Here on this shelf

                                            M
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  K    C   a  B

Looked at himself
Man I am not
Going anywhere.

Down in a flood
   When I let my mind go
      Now you can not move me
          From what I say just now
                                                         See I down in a flood
                                        Sometimes it is like opening a can of worms
                                                     words feel like my brother
                                                         ­                               words in a flow
                                                            ­                                opening shapes in my mind
                                                            ­                                    Just another flow of words
                                                           ­                                         long into a sleepless night

                                                          ­      Down in a flood.