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“Top of the Morning to ‘Yuh, Guv’nuh.”*

Oh, to be father of a
Cockney flower girl,
To be Eliza Doolittle’s
Dear old Dad,
Alfred P. of that surname.
Oh, to be a cockney dustman,
On this fine day,
Another fine day in
Northern New Mexico, as I
Sell my daughter to
‘Enery Iggins, or
Some equivalent
Princeton poofter.
I am Rhett Butler,
Daring blockade-runner,
Persona –non-grata*
For any decent
Family—including my own,
Charleston Carolina.
In time, I crave
Social acceptance for
Bonnie Blue—my ill fated
Would-be equestrian offspring;
I surrender my daughter to the
Upper Class.
jeffrey robin Apr 2013
Analytically
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The ENERGY!
.
You!

To be HERE!
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Oh for Christ sake!

SHOW A LITTLE  RESPECT!
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No matter what you may think of yourself
YOU ARE NOT just some **** shat out by something!
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ALL THAT ENERY-------!
>>>>>and lo!>>>YOU appear!
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Kinda -----neat,huh?
------special
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SURE!
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So
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**** it up
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Ain't no reason
To let yourself go to
Hell
..
And throw the precious gift
Away!