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Place your hand upon my chest.
It reminds me how it feels when it's mended.
Then use it to cradle your head while you rest.
The worst of it, like the day, has ended.
I was asked
this night
where
do
your words come from
so I
answer this day
my words come out of
what is me these 7 year cycled words
and some
when I was eighteen
and some in my head
or so it seamed
I married a woman
and she gave to me 2 fine children
both doing well
as she left me
for the man I got to fix her car
and ran off with him
so I have become hard to hurt
like a diamond in the sky
and me and myself.

also 2 great Grandchildren.
Well you do ask Love you all regards P@ul.
If letters
A R E like
Dynamite
then I am about to



E   X P       L         O        D                   E.
Ten words then some Surreal Poem No 200
Can you
eat your own words?
To me that does not seam right
anyway
what do they taste like
and will it make me phew k on a k.
Surreal Poem No 201     P@ul.
On my fireplace
I have only two things
one on this end
and one on the other
now that fireplace
is a lot like me
I start life and be
and make my way
to the other end
then fall off.


O   __________     =
             ==========================          O
True Story   P@ul
Now               M  O      V          E
Could not stand still
U M
J            PED
up
THEN
M  O      V          E
was OVER                               there.
OW! look that the  X  factor         P@ul.
I
sat
BY MYSELF

but how can WE be

FOR
I
AM
NOT
MYSELF
AT
ALL

or so the doctors said to me.
Surreal Poem No 202       :-)    P@ul
Tonight
I
met a girl
called MARY
we talked for a while
then she got her
****
out,
well I just fell
there and then
in love with both of them
just had to hold one
after a lot of questions
she let me do just that


MARY   I  SAID these  ARE THE
BEST  BLUE ****
I HAVE EVER SEEN.

so we made a deal and brought both birds.
Surreal POem No 203
well what did you think I was talking about
:-)      P@ul.
Are you out off your mind
the apple
that has fallen off your tree
this man knows not to that
I know how not to do that
I love
AND WHY
i fell in in love maybe
don't call the priest
and get out
of my bar!
True story  P@ul
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