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TheTinkler May 2016
A boy,
A young boy,
Candy,
A van.

Look at that Old man,
That Old man Sam,
Bring the boy into his Van.

No Candy,
Just a man in his van named Sam
I do not want green eggs and ham.
TheTinkler May 2016
Mlasphemer,
Blasphemer,
God is our voice.

Forget the New Testament,
He who walks behind the rows,
Mestify, to Testify.
To cram a boy
  Aug 2015 TheTinkler
PoemFalcon69
A* Word.
A Phrase.
A Number.
A Gaze.

No Freedom.
No Time.
No Fun.
No Rhyme.

Our Minds.
Our Thoughts.
Are Shaped,
And Bought.

Eradicate.
(Only You Can Prevent Forest Fires)

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