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"cabot" poems
I'm from the land of candy, which is as rare as gold. I'm from the land where fruits are our desserts and rice is a must. I'm from the land where cheese is a treat and milk is banned. I'm from the land where determination is my Parliament Building, The Library is my City Hall, Technology is my Plaza, And Music is my Town Square. I'm from the land where Math is our School, Lucy Maud Montgomery is our teacher, And Creativity are our Artists. I'm from the land of pine-smelling air and strokes of sunburn. Where laughter is heard at every corner. I'm from the land of a Dominating Dad and a Mature Mom. I'm from the land of a Busy Brother whom is somewhat caring. I'm from the land which changes constantly, Hot and Cold, And is always forgetful. I'm from the land where Pheonix Wright is our King and Meg Cabot is our Princess. I'm from the land where friends are our special jewels, And family is priceless. I'm from the land where my valuables are my memories And I'm still collecting them.
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Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 1:29 AM UTC
Where I'm From
All the way past Westminster the Thames breathes rain & clouds                                                                               & the grim reaper beckons                                                                                  in the iron vein moonlight & I, I, an I is an Eye                                                                                open wide a thousand times                                                                               & the grim reaper beckoning Basho & the Dalai lama might help me find                                                                                              the restless gambler,                                                                                                     cards in hand or escape the ships that never sail past the horizon,                                                                                                             tribunals                                                                                                & looking out now from Cabot tower now past Bristol & beyond a homeless man sits waiting                                                                                                               paper cup                                                                                                          & styrofoam & Clocks do not tell the time                                                                                          they are merely told it                                                                                 yet in their vanity proclaim that they alone are it's keepers & our only friend & Nemesis
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 2:49 PM UTC
All the way past Westminster
All the way past Westminster the Thames breathes rain & clouds                                                                               & the grim reaper beckons                                                                                  in the iron vein moonlight & I, I, an I is an Eye                                                                                open wide a thousand times                                                                               & the grim reaper beckoning Basho & the Dalai lama might help me find                                                                                              the restless gambler,                                                                                                     cards in hand or escape the ships that never sail past the horizon,                                                                                                             tribunals                                                                                                & looking out now from Cabot tower now past Bristol & beyond a homeless man sits waiting                                                                                                               paper cup                                                                                                          & styrofoam & Clocks do not tell the time                                                                                          they are merely told it                                                                                 yet in their vanity proclaim that they alone are it's keepers & our only friend & Nemesis
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