(...for all illegitimate children)

By: David W. Clare

Allow no one to rain on your camp fire dream
Say nothing, just keep up your self esteem...

Knowing in your heart you're unique from everyone
Read the Holy Bible, it offers you
Vision... for you will be number one...

Never fight any fool, you may win the battle, but you will lose the war

Instead of anger choose to laugh at life, then you'll grow stronger and that's for sure...

Remember, love conquers hate...

Never lose hope cause you have a date with success for that is your fate... you were born to be nothing but great!

Welcome to the Valley of Love!

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By: David W. Clare

Country Hicks are my kinda folk
Getting drunk, we likes to joke
Moonshine an' whiskey, outlawed still?
Jack and Jill, kissed up the hill...

Shotgun weddin', down by the lake
Women folk rustling, baba queing up some steak
Pork spare ribs and a catfish bake...

Huckleberry cousins can't read nor write!
Uncle Gus, gettin' drunk, he likes to fight all night!

Here come more kin, from way down south
Riding a horse, wild dogs a barking, foamin' at the mouth...

Shotgun Weddin' wavin' bye bye, all stood 'round, broke down and cry...


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By: David W. Clare

Clean living is what wisdom is giving
The news today is a crying shame...
In a way, we are all to blame...

The meaning of life is the fine game of nil...
The will to live means take and then give back to those asleep at the wheel...

As the porch swing sings in the winds of time, the grass grows greener on the other side of the fence, as grows tall the neighbors wild rumouring grape vines...

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"That which is not attractive therefore must be repulsive."

David W. Clare

By: David W. Clare

The richer they are the harder they cry...

How happy is he who has no money
Sounds funny?

Once upon a time a rich old lady I knew in Beverly Hills

She saw dirt upon her fancy floors where none existed...

Bitterly, she yelled and insisted to her brow-beaten maids...

I had to defend as she pretends ...there must be dirt upon her floor...

Yea, indeed there was dirt upon the floor, the floors of her mind were contaminated with filth...

The Love Boat she invented soon sank to her drowning in not so wealthy Titanic oceanic dirt ridden mud and shark infested floors...

The anagram for...
Beverly Hills = Shrivel Belly

Hotel California = Oh, I fornicate all


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By: David W. Clare

...where the down trodden trade in
their woes for more ***** and dope, for those with no hope...

Junkies, drunkies and the hapless disenfranchised **** of humanity enjoy commingling in the material ruins of rusted up tools

Unable to shed their grief to falsely find relief investing in the misery of others...

Stolen junk for sale!

A sickening menagerie garbage pit of doom

A sad room of mental midgets as they fidget like neurotic goons...

The hideous merchant recoils your offer in jest

Might one suggest avoid the crap trap of broken barbarism...

Saws, wrenches and shovels to merely dig ones pitiful self a deeper pit of derision

A better decision?

Goodwill stores are there to empower the solution whilst the lowly pawn shop sadly empowers the pollution...

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By: D. Clare

Her voice like a meadowlarks song

A rain pond filled with sweet cherry blossoms
Smiling summer clouds hovering above the farm land skies...

Gumdrop flavored flowers summon her up to the sugary hills

Visions of a garden grow, rainbows and dew drenched cat-tails glow...

Sunburst splashes it's orange nectar fruit until midnight hootie owls swoon

Sing us all to sleep upon grassy moon-beam beds soon...

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