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Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
The rain beats down on the roof
like a drummer beats his drum..
lightly it fall then hard it comes
the music of rain drops
at hit the roof.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Hot dogs hot dogs the man yells.
he pushes his cart up and down the street.
All day long to sell his meat.
Hot dogs hot dogs two for a dollar he hollers
soda pop just $.25 a can
nice it is to go with these dogs.
Hot dogs Hot dogs the sound on the street.
As people come to eat what they can.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Does the rain wash the sins away.
does it clean the dirt of those that do
Does the rain make the world clean of all that sin.
or is it just plain water to get us wet?
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Who are these poets that write.
There are many to know. Browning and Poe and Scott
Are just a few.
Love poems and funny poem they do write.
now we have new poets to bring to the top
Day, Alan Green and Hunt are a few
Well done poems they all write. A great read now and then.
These are the new poets of today.
read and enjoy them i do say
a comment is what they like to hear.
so read on, wow what a write!!
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Time has caught up with these things.
The blades on the old sled are rusted.
the seat is torn and *****.
The paint is fade and coming off.
the old horse can't pull it in the snow.
Time has caught up with these things.

No Lights on the street post.
the stores close at 5 pm
the town goes dark as the snow falls
Time has caught up with these things.

The church bells don't ring
the doors are old and faded
no sound of music coming from inside
Time has caught up with these things
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
I beat up Santa
I beat up Santa because he said i was bad.
he told me i was on he naughty list.
so on Christmas eve i climbed the tree.
I hide just to see if that fat man
Was going to bring me toys.
There he was just as i looked.
out came a bag of coal for me.
I jumped up and dropped kick like I was in the WWE.
Put a headlock on him until he passed out.
I took his hat a award for me.
And as i went to bed I yelled Hay fat man don't mess with me.
Harold r hunt sr Apr 2017
Bump ouch.
around and around they go.
thump ouch and bump ouch.
around and around they go
thump ouch and bump ouch
Da* it i wish i knew how to roller skate
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