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 Mar 2020 Cathy
idk
hey losers
 Mar 2020 Cathy
idk
do not visit my grave and cry, i am not there
i did not die
 Mar 2020 Cathy
Chuck Kean
Music Interlude

   The hustle of the day to day
Can leave us tired and drained
Working so hard just to pay the bills
With nothing really gained

The weekend comes I just want to relax
But I gotta run to the BMV
The salon and the dog groomer
With no time just for me

The Sun is shining and I just wanna
Be by the Ocean on a beach
With a drink in my hand but that’s just
A fantasy a dream out of my reach

Knowing now of my lover music
Her best quality un like life being so crude
I wish I could be more like my music and
Take a break a music interlude

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 03/07/2020
All rights reserved
 Mar 2020 Cathy
John Bartholomew
70 miles from the beautiful English coast
Some days that's the only place I'd rather be the most
Throwing chips to the gulls whilst sat outside with a lovely chilled beer
Not thinking what's the quickest way to Northampton from here
Or to drive west and dream over the Irish Sea
As there are other places where I'd rather be
But maybe it's just this and its stuck in my bones
Middle England is me and time to get used to it being my home

JJB
 Mar 2020 Cathy
Thomas W Case
I guess I shouldn't be
surprised.
In the
beginning, the women are
attracted to the light,
the writing.
But after a while,
they hate it.
They get jealous;
as if I had another
lover.
I suppose I do.
And when I'm in my stride
I don't give them the
attention that they crave and
desire.
When the words and
lines are flowing
the women seem so needy
so greedy.
I guess it's not fair that
I devote my heart to
writing--but truth be told,
they knew what they
were getting
themselves into.
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 Feb 2020 Cathy
Thomas P Owens Sr
it's a question for you Lord
as we advance in years
why does hair fall from our heads
and grow rampant in our ears?
why do our teeth rot
while our toenails grow faster?
will we need deodorant
in the ever-after?
why do our guts expand
while our butts retreat?
we wear the same belt size
yet we can't see our feet
we use a fraction of our brains
what of the 90% that remains?
we walk into the kitchen
and can't recall why
or get the car inspected in October
when it was due in July
Perhaps I'm being fussy Lord
imperfection may be our salvation
but please just answer this final question...
who'd you put in charge
when you took a vacation?
always had the question about why hair grows in our ears as we get older...did a bit of editing today - tapered a few lines
 Feb 2020 Cathy
Pagan Paul
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Lay me down upon the moss,
cover me with autumn leaves,
rest my body in the forest
to be swallowed by the trees,
and let the fleeting moments
whisper my name to the breeze,
as the cool earth welcomes me,
let me go with comfortable ease.




© Pagan Paul (27/10/19)
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 Feb 2020 Cathy
Thomas W Case
Down I go into the gray and brown.
I hit the sides, like being in a cradle that is
rocked too fast.  It's an abrupt catastrophe.
I didn't see this one coming; but I felt it, like
the slight rumble of an earthquake, or like the
false dawn, before the real light yawns, and
opens the sickly day.
It's just another ending, dapple and down.
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