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Owen Hayes Sep 2019
Those **** feels
Sneaking back up on me
Gosh I  Love them
They are absolutely great

The cute way she smiles
She can name the entire periodic table
And weather they are or aren't stable
I love everything about her.

The feelings strick back
Too lovey too dovey
Love and scars 2
Electric booga lo

She's perfect!
She's perfect!
I thought I was over her but no-
Like I said she's perfect!

This a love poem
It's about 'her'
'Her' with her brilliant brain
'Her' with her warm heart

I love her
And it's great to say
I love her
And she's the best
Taking steps back
I found my way home

It's time that I lack
Bare down to my bone

If this is my path
Let it not be my own

These crowns that I cast
As I run to The throne


Amen
Thank you Father
The sky is blue white swirl toothpaste
The afternoon sun has a glowing smile on it's face
Backcountry radiates from gold to forest
green , wind dancers cheer and ruminate over
a living , breathing scene
A butterfly is bound for points east , blackbirds
whisk the windsong dreams
Angus herds booga-lah-dooga-lah the stair step
meadow , a tickled Titmouse chirps in the October shadow
Copyright October 17 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Universal Thrum Jul 2020
Suga Booga Marshmallow milkshake pink clouds two ***** fingers
and a saucy meatball, its chill she says, thats the title, giggles to herself and Juniper Rose smiles somewhere as she raps Me and Mr. Horner standing on the corner

An old roommate Carla, told me she liked the sound of the keys because it sounded productive.

     she eats a cookie and says she did it, is proud, says its good and makes some tea laughs along to the ring, chocolate chip cookies left at our door,

how lucky are we, these cherokee blankets, small pox, Covid 9, staring at the sun,    

we live in a world where its dangerous to hug someone you love
ConnectHook Aug 2020


jah
hola
pig igloo
pesky mos
nigerianism
b i g  luau
eskimo pi
big eva
oompa
booga
4  eva
aloha
jiggy
hula
jog
Bugalú battle stations !
This is POETRY.
over & out

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