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 Nov 2015 DubJDaddy
William Blake
Youth of delight come hither.
And see the opening morn,
Image of truth new born.
Doubt is fled & clouds of reason.
Dark disputes & artful teazing,
Folly is an endless maze,
Tangled roots perplex her ways,
How many have fallen there!
They stumble all night over bones of the dead:
And feel they know not what but care;
And wish to lead others when they should be led
I broke a poets heart.
Now I’ll be immortal in their pain.
I’ll be the ink drops on their paper.
Their demons never slain.

I’ll be your seven wonders,
Your Atlantis and your Heaven.
I’ll be simple, I’ll be complicated,
I’ll be whatever label I’m given.

When you said you loved me,
You knew we weren’t meant to be.
You took my heart and claimed it,
But never did you see.

My heart is with another.
My mind, never on you.
It’s simple, black and white.
To my heart I must be true.
I once sold a hair straightener to a woman going through keemo

I once sold a a weight loss supplement to a girl struggling with anoerexia.

I once sold female libido enhancers to a forty year old man.

Sold a car to a Parapalegic

Sold a telephone to a deff woman.

I once sold a child an imaginary friend.
And a Vaccuum for their sandbox.

I once sold a soul to a telemarketing company.

They paid me in biweekly installments.
And they got a hell of a deal.
With the rays of the sun I'll make her crown
With the fabric of space I'll make her gown
With the rings of Saturn I'll make her throne
With the universe for her stage may her reign last forever
Long live the queen.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
God's greatest creation
A sculpture of pure genius for man to marvel at
A living portrait art made flesh painted across the canvas of the world
Hues of brown
Strokes of red
Dabs of yellow
Dipping his brush in the fabric of space creating the first Ms. Universe.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum.
Secrets are like hidden treasure waiting to be discovered
Like dead dreams being tucked away
Like the forbidden fruit waiting to be plucked
Like ugliness masked with beauty
Like deception shrouded in sincerity.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
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