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Sticking out like a sore thumb, At least I'm not locked in the masses' fist. Writing my own tale of oddness day by day, Building the stories I will tell my grand kids. This might only be the preface of the plot, While I climb the raising actions to the ledge. I will not peek at the end of this book, But just might burn some holes in the neighbor's hedge. I live for the reaction of you all, Hoping to bring smiles and laughter. Maybe opening your eyes to the way I see life, So this can be a successful rapture. Please stare at me in disbelief while I blow your minds, Beneath this crazy face their more then meets the eye.   Thoughts, And yes, Most of them rhyme.
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Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 9:09 PM UTC
Living For Reactions
Sticking out like a sore thumb, At least I'm not locked in the masses' fist. Writing my own tale of oddness day by day, Building the stories I will tell my grand kids. This might only be the preface of the plot, While I climb the raising actions to the ledge. I will not peek at the end of this book, But just might burn some holes in the neighbor's hedge. I live for the reaction of you all, Hoping to bring smiles and laughter. Maybe opening your eyes to the way I see life, So this can be a successful rapture. Please stare at me in disbelief while I blow your minds, Beneath this crazy face their more then meets the eye.   Thoughts, And yes, Most of them rhyme.
...you have purple toes?
Wuji
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Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 9:09 PM UTC
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