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Euphony * the quality of being pleasing to the ear, especially through a harmonious combination of words; making a phonetic change for ease of pronunciation Hickory, dickory, dock, The mouse ran up the clock. The clock struck one, The mouse ran down, Hickory, dickory, dock Trickery, diddly, rot, This Diddy's life poems rhymed not, The boys and girls all booed, Your poetic life thumbs-down ******* Trickery, diddly, rot sipped his morning coffee. thoughts about mortality and mean saw what wanted not to be, the unseen, trickery, diddly, rot, brain refrain, relief not, the **** clock ticking, the mouse laughing, at his euphonious nonsense he wept for being found out, the noises in the house joined in all mocking with accusations ***you phony, us, you, phony us*** another work day ended as it begun, or began to end teach felt herself for felt tipped pen reach, inky dinky in the dockers it flowed, now I am red-tro-graded, bold letter, no fading, F for failing to phony us slipped his head under the water, but the words auditory and most un laudatory feared not a drownery, followed him down under
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Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 7:03 AM UTC
You Phony Us
Euphony * the quality of being pleasing to the ear, especially through a harmonious combination of words; making a phonetic change for ease of pronunciation Hickory, dickory, dock, The mouse ran up the clock. The clock struck one, The mouse ran down, Hickory, dickory, dock Trickery, diddly, rot, This Diddy's life poems rhymed not, The boys and girls all booed, Your poetic life thumbs-down ******* Trickery, diddly, rot sipped his morning coffee. thoughts about mortality and mean saw what wanted not to be, the unseen, trickery, diddly, rot, brain refrain, relief not, the **** clock ticking, the mouse laughing, at his euphonious nonsense he wept for being found out, the noises in the house joined in all mocking with accusations ***you phony, us, you, phony us*** another work day ended as it begun, or began to end teach felt herself for felt tipped pen reach, inky dinky in the dockers it flowed, now I am red-tro-graded, bold letter, no fading, F for failing to phony us slipped his head under the water, but the words auditory and most un laudatory feared not a drownery, followed him down under
a bath poem
nat-lipstadt
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nat-lipstadt
99/M/NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 7:03 AM UTC
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