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what a candy of a song at times it's short at times it's long you see I cherish it a lot to say the least, it's all one's got to each his own of course with some regrets and some remorse but also love of which one never has enough and so I sing this song away every morning every day years and months and weeks unless I'm sick or struck down by bad fortune but even so it finds its way back to this weary soul and lifts one up from bottom straight back to the top oh what a song it is it's often miss it's often hit and I shall only wish to keep it lit a little longer
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Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 1:45 PM UTC
a song
it's my genuine luck to often be out of stock for dinero the engine of everything in our time contextomy prime and it's not that I have chosen this way of living I just take it as a given, take it as it comes see no point to grumble about it too long here's a possible title for a possible song where am I in comparison to King Kong for the ground upon which I stand is not very solid hereby I refer to that financial black hole in my wallet a passing phase, cut to the chase yeah right try to deliver it to anyone that has ever cried as for my spirit, I still can steer it still got enough loving in me one better believe it just getting old I suppose hairline much thinner, soon to be bald so what for as long as this soup ain't too cold I'll keep on floating in this brave new world
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Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 1:44 PM UTC
King Kong
yes God I'm lost cannot see yet through my skin but I sure feel that I will soon become a ghost and what if I stay trapped in here forever wandering the Earth would you agree if I to say that living often is a curse? yes God please brighten everything and everyone with your everlasting light let us not fight when darkness takes it's toll and you are out of sight who's gonna save us then?
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Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 12:43 PM UTC
picnic with God
if you could show me that there is a little more to this with that, I then shall kindly follow as if there will be no tomorrow nor any other day I'll change my whereabouts will rest my head high in the clouds no longer troubled by old doubt on any given day say, have you ever felt the way heart feels when knows that has to go but longs to stay and is it right to let go of many things that one might love when the grip is tight what do you say if anything at all is there a way for us to change what we cannot control
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Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 12:23 PM UTC
hey
You've got that caramel charisma That sweet tooth personality that leaves me wanting more Where have you gone, I wish you were here It's time we left the factory and came to see a world brighter than the glass ceiling allows Sweet, No sweat Its banter no barter The high road not often spoke A message among the common folk Whispered love beyond the time Around the reason of this rhyme It's all I've done to ignore the signs You should be mine And will be holding hands Along the river lagan And our throats ache from Songs over sang Urge, Desire Perception of the rain on our lips Feeling sadness on finger tips We know one night is all we get Love then life What is it worth Grains of potential Gritty like the dirt We wash clean to Bare our skin within The linen cloth warmth Of sultry affluence
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Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 4:49 PM UTC
Sweet Tooth
You left A footprint On the wood panel In front of me Your wet soles From dewed grass And drunk squats Your mark Lays upon me I know you’re near But not here
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Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 8:01 PM UTC
Belfast, ME
Symphony of Silence throughout the night Doors and windows latched and locked tight Sleeping softly as dreams ****** Troubled times when morals where subdued We’re shoulder to shoulder with the **** or the *** Look at themn's with the same eyes, not down the barrel of a gun The pasts only purpose now, Make the blind clearly see The mistakes they made with their ****** corrupt legacy It’s quiet in the cities cobbled streets, the birds pick at first light Emerge from their nests, Like our generation glimpses first sight The new formed world from the rubble of this war No emblem or flag can heal wounds this vicious or raw Brick by Brick, The walls of Peace rose to keep in hate There’s no more guerrillas in the street, Only as heads of State The Family divided, A Birds clipped wing This Island, Our home, Shared together or Squandered Alone
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Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 2:40 PM UTC
Troubled
Mr McParland; our Primary 4 teacher lived in Newry, Northern Ireland. Not a City in those days, but a dangerous border town. He had wiry hair like a blonde Afro. Pat Jennings; world class goalkeeper for his country, was also born in Newry. Our man claimed to know him, and went to school with the green giant. We believed without reproach. Yours truly; age 6 & 7, in the years of the Hunger Strikes, born in Belfast. I was enthralled because Pat was of another world to kids reared in our divided times. A symbol of hope on an island of doubt.
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
Mr McParland, Pat Jennings and Me
Seagulls on the beach along them chanting, I exist. A mountain overlap on slaying deranged. Mind-blown, portrait of yore. Sweet Belfast; Antique, unique, ambiguous, get obscene, now!
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 6:59 PM UTC
Belfast