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I am now an Honorary Fellow of a college somewhere, But nobody tells me what I am to do! ****** Best that I swan about, quietly munching on a pear, Hang on! already do that, not giving a **** Too many pears, however, give me colic, I double up in pain, that lasts all morning, And bang goes my next naked frolic! Perhaps swanning about needs a health warning? No! what I lack is money, and possibly a purpose in life, For sale! a barely used yak herder’s tent, Mmm lovely! but not really me, better find a rich wife! Then give up pears! and swan about, so smug and content. © Robert Porteus
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Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 10:39 AM UTC
Swanning about!
It’s all art, everything that surrounds us, no time for the hate life’s to short, it’s all good no stress, all bless, honest, this is God Sense, not Common Sense, there’s a difference, and it’s significant, we operate off instinct, the connection’s intrinsic, that it, nothing else, it’s all art, if it’s at all felt, it’s all art, everything that surrounds us, no time for the hate life’s to short, it’s all good no stress… ∆ LaLux ∆
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Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 1:03 AM UTC
All Art
I wanted to jump A twelve foot fall wouldn't do much harm Would probably break a bone or two But would save me from a bigger fall They would put me on the strongest legal narcos I could spend a week or two On the recliner bed in a TV room With the nurses just a click away Visitors would be a major pain But the visits would cease in a couple of days Then they would forget or wash their guilt with a phone call I was tempted to jump They would call an ambulance With blaring sirens and nervous men And a poor soul stuck in the traffic Would squeeze his vehicle in desperation To make way for the ambulance And his friend would go "लगता है आज फिर किसी ने jump मार दी?"
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Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 10:41 AM UTC
Fall
The setting sun inspires me to settle all my affairs of the day to let all stresses fade away into the deep velvet purple sky and allowing all the daily problems to disappear silently into the horizon
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Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 9:27 PM UTC
The Setting Sun
Instead of growing old can I grow young can I go back to no stress no worries just daisies and fun oh when I was young can I swing as high as possible and try to get high enough to fly can I twirl around in a dress with my hands up it the air can I remember the days exploring in the woods getting new ideas for games can I go back to the days where I was young care free and happy where I had it together and giggled at what ever where I had fake weddings in the back yard and my favorite stuffed pig I never watched my weight or what was on my plate I smiled at the time and never had a daemon man if I could go back to that time just for a day
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Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 1:17 PM UTC
Where I was young