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w y n n e  Jan 2017
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w y n n e Jan 2017
35
if pain is making you suffer, be grateful because nothing else can
TheIdleOwl  Jul 26
35
TheIdleOwl Jul 26
35
He threw a hammer through the window,
And followed it though the glass,
The shards cutting his skin,
Before he landed on the grass.

The peacock fluttered heavily.
Charging towards the sun,
As it dropped and dropped so slowly,
Before the dark had finally won,

The town it hummed with emptiness,
As he stumbled over the stones,
Put there a thousand years ago,
By families and bones

The steadfast suit it chased him,
Through the alleys and the fountains,
Glassed blood it flowed across him,
As he scrambled up the mountain

The summit was bitter cold,
Though he couldn't feel his limbs,
He threw himself down the north face
And pretended he had wings.
Tomorrow is game day all across Husker land Everyone is excited,the Ducks just don't understand
My bird shot is ready
The remote in my hand
I promise to yell and go crazy
I will cheer them on as loud as I can
Tomorrow is Gameday
Some ducks are going to die!!!!
  Let's get ready
Let the red balloons fly
It's Lincoln.......******* ......... NEBRASKA ..........
Now wipe the tears from your eyes
It's go go Huskers until the day I die
      Final HUSKERS 35 Ducks 32
Graff1980  Nov 2018
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Graff1980 Nov 2018
I prefer the cool quiet darkness.
So, I ask this
of you
please close
the multi-colored curtains
that cause a
cloud of
swirling dust
to be summoned up
when they are moved,
after years of
negligence.
Z  Jul 25
35
Z Jul 25
35
Peel me mangos
And the pain goes and mixes with the fruit’s sweet flesh,
Dripping fresh and bitter-sweet

You still come to me when I’m asleep
to whisper pretty nothings in my ear
until my brow sears each passing thought with your image
I imagine you as timid as at our first meeting, as bold as at our last, your laughter repeating on and on and on

on our last day you kissed me sweetly, the taste of mango on your lips
An unexpected kiss
four years ago today
after a late flight,
after a Greek salad (no onions),
after awkward chit-chat
and a win by the Colts
over the Patriots (35-34).

I miss that kiss,
that man, his touch,
those caring eyes,
that adorable smile
and handsome face.

I am excited to my core
when holding him,
hearing his voice,
touching his hair,
caressing his hand,
the feel of his tongue.

An unexpected kiss
four years ago today
changed my thoughts,
my heart and soul
...forever.
Lawrence Hall Jun 10
With its four-beat
Putt-putt, putt-putt
Continental rhythm
Putt-putt, putt-putt
It plows and putts
Putt-putt, putt-putt
It pulls and putts
Putt-putt, putt-putt
It plants and putts
Putt-putt, putt-putt
It digs and putts
Putt-putt, putt-putt
It mows and putts
Putt-putt, putt-putt
It rakes and putts
Putt-putt, putt-putt
It bales and putts
Putt-putt, putt-putt
A little oil, a little gas
Putt-putt, putt-putt
A sweet machine
Putt-putt, putt-putt
Upon the grass
Putt-putt, putt-putt
When all is done
Putt-putt, putt-putt
And all is said
Putt-putt, putt-putt
There’s nothing like
Putt-putt, putt-putt
Massey-Ferguson red
Putt-putt, putt-putt!
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is:
Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com.
It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.
Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree:  The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.
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