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Oh, the sensation, the media frenzy, The spotlight, the fame, the hullabaloo, When anti-evolution laws Were challenged by the ACLU! The year: 1925. The place: Dayton, Tennessee. To say it was an extravaganza Wouldn't be hyperbole. For many people it was hard To find a way to reconcile Biblical accounts with science, So science found itself on trial. A young teacher, John T. Scopes, Was willing to face prosecution For breaking a Tennessee law for having Given a lesson on evolution. The "Monkey Trial" it was called. The challenge meant swimming upstream For the feisty lawyer Clarence Darrow, Who helped to lead the defense team. A prosecutor was William Jennings Bryan, who with no apology Loved to stir up outrage against Evolutionary biology. Defendant Scopes quickly found It wouldn't take long for him to know What it was like to have a part In a multimedia reality show. The courthouse received a make-over: Platforms for newsreel cameras were built; Extra spectator seats were added. They were playing the trial to the hilt. Concession stands sold food and drinks; Toy monkeys were on display; A chimp was dressed in a suit and fedora; The clergy also joined the fray. The media and the public loved it! The country watched the trial progress. What would win: science or scripture? The answer was probably easy to guess. After an eight-day trial, the jury Deliberated. Nine minutes later They had their verdict: guilty! How Could someone question THEIR creator? Scopes had actually never given The lesson. That's what he later said. Strangely, five days after the trial, Williams Jennings Bryan dropped dead. Laws later changed, but even during Current times, some people feel That stories from the Bible should be In science textbooks. Now THAT'S surreal! -by Bob B (11-6-18)
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Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 9:00 AM UTC
"Monkey Trial"
Oh, the sensation, the media frenzy, The spotlight, the fame, the hullabaloo, When anti-evolution laws Were challenged by the ACLU! The year: 1925. The place: Dayton, Tennessee. To say it was an extravaganza Wouldn't be hyperbole. For many people it was hard To find a way to reconcile Biblical accounts with science, So science found itself on trial. A young teacher, John T. Scopes, Was willing to face prosecution For breaking a Tennessee law for having Given a lesson on evolution. The "Monkey Trial" it was called. The challenge meant swimming upstream For the feisty lawyer Clarence Darrow, Who helped to lead the defense team. A prosecutor was William Jennings Bryan, who with no apology Loved to stir up outrage against Evolutionary biology. Defendant Scopes quickly found It wouldn't take long for him to know What it was like to have a part In a multimedia reality show. The courthouse received a make-over: Platforms for newsreel cameras were built; Extra spectator seats were added. They were playing the trial to the hilt. Concession stands sold food and drinks; Toy monkeys were on display; A chimp was dressed in a suit and fedora; The clergy also joined the fray. The media and the public loved it! The country watched the trial progress. What would win: science or scripture? The answer was probably easy to guess. After an eight-day trial, the jury Deliberated. Nine minutes later They had their verdict: guilty! How Could someone question THEIR creator? Scopes had actually never given The lesson. That's what he later said. Strangely, five days after the trial, Williams Jennings Bryan dropped dead. Laws later changed, but even during Current times, some people feel That stories from the Bible should be In science textbooks. Now THAT'S surreal! -by Bob B (11-6-18)
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I know this vampire Clarence, He is a hippy vamp, He never wears dark cloaks, Or wanders like a ***** This ghoul is non confomist, His clothes are sunshine bright, His fingernails are azure blue, His favourite drink is sprite. His blood comes from the blood banks, He files his fangs twice weekly, His friends are *** head hippies, And , ****** he sleeps so sweetly. He enjoys sleepovers with his girlie friends, And loves to bathe in milk, His coffin looks more like a scoobydoo van, All covered with pink silk. Im looking forward to halloween, His parties are the best, We boogie, all liquered up, So next day, we can rest.
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Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 5:05 AM UTC
hippy ghoul
#    *The killer came crashing down smashing,  thrashing through. What is tender's  tender        so  for itself,   to do?         --As it runs         right over the top of her..        This taker.        This killer. In the black,   now in between; so lightless and thick..         blotting out  all screams. There is an annihilation  here. A void. A terror. To stay, means certain death       but to leave         also means certain death       So the  d is m e m b e r men t   begins       as she is ripped, completely into half And those halves,  into half.. .. into half --into half..         into half.      And still it tears.. rips..  shreds-- Until all,  in between is nothing  but black. A black it can now  pretend to fill with all of its empty promises.. and all of its counterfeit, everything. ..And then--  just up and leaves once it is fully satiated.*      ***And for a while..      the black had something.*** *Clinging to the rocky crags on either side of the unlit valley are now  the pieces of her-- war-torn and shuddering. Terrified Of the black, black   empty. Of what is now  fully      and  completely   dark.       ~       ~      ~       ~ Timmy  ain't real tall but look at his stature, as his majestic strings   dialogue the introduction. And Warren's gotten so fat See him now, looking so dearly,  back at his half-pint of Chunky Monkey-- picking it back up,  for the fourth time.. scraping... scraping.. scraping.. But watch his eyes  light up as Timmy looks up--   over the top of those wild-man RayBans And with a gentle nod,  it all begins.. -- as our Warren  now digs  deep into his Gibson's beautifully-wanton  ways..     identifying.     clarifying.     Rectifying. Clarence, the Magician.. Stephan--  Humble, Unparalleled And Dave's  so chill he's part Creole.. I just know it. So great a cloud of witness: surrounding you, my beautiful.. coaxing  you.     Identifying it all for you.* #
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Mar 10, 2022
Mar 10, 2022 at 12:01 AM UTC
the C-word
#    *The killer came crashing down smashing,  thrashing through. What is tender's  tender        so  for itself,   to do?         --As it runs         right over the top of her..        This taker.        This killer. In the black,   now in between; so lightless and thick..         blotting out  all screams. There is an annihilation  here. A void. A terror. To stay, means certain death       but to leave         also means certain death       So the  d is m e m b e r men t   begins       as she is ripped, completely into half And those halves,  into half.. .. into half --into half..         into half.      And still it tears.. rips..  shreds-- Until all,  in between is nothing  but black. A black it can now  pretend to fill with all of its empty promises.. and all of its counterfeit, everything. ..And then--  just up and leaves once it is fully satiated.*      ***And for a while..      the black had something.*** *Clinging to the rocky crags on either side of the unlit valley are now  the pieces of her-- war-torn and shuddering. Terrified Of the black, black   empty. Of what is now  fully      and  completely   dark.       ~       ~      ~       ~ Timmy  ain't real tall but look at his stature, as his majestic strings   dialogue the introduction. And Warren's gotten so fat See him now, looking so dearly,  back at his half-pint of Chunky Monkey-- picking it back up,  for the fourth time.. scraping... scraping.. scraping.. But watch his eyes  light up as Timmy looks up--   over the top of those wild-man RayBans And with a gentle nod,  it all begins.. -- as our Warren  now digs  deep into his Gibson's beautifully-wanton  ways..     identifying.     clarifying.     Rectifying. Clarence, the Magician.. Stephan--  Humble, Unparalleled And Dave's  so chill he's part Creole.. I just know it. So great a cloud of witness: surrounding you, my beautiful.. coaxing  you.     Identifying it all for you.* #
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Poor old Clarence Posey His neighbors are so nosey. They peek in through His windows and They catch him wearing hosie. They don’t come in They just stay out They stay judgmental; They scoff and pout. They have no pleasant Words to say. They run through all Synonyms of gay. Pity Clarence Posey His neighbors are too nosey. No matter which Fabric he likes to wear They dislike what he chosie. It isn’t like They dress themselves Some way that could Be seen as flattering. They’ve guts and butts Like barnyard stock. To see them naked Would be a shock. Poor old Clarence Posey His neighbors are all nosey. They’re nothing but Awful aunties That catch him wearing *******
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Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 7:55 PM UTC
*** AND KETTLE
Black and white photograph lives lived A whole lifetime ago ago in a forgotten time forgotten life Nanna Flynn and Uncle Clarence live on the wall photographed
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Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 2:01 PM UTC
Nanna Flynn And Uncle Clarence
Gently scraping the adhering paper from the firm plastic, colorful cube That beared a delicate weight in my soft, precarious pink hands, I grasped the sticker and pressed it on my protuberant little veins-- “Innocence!” Clarence cried my misleading appellation, “Are you cheating? You’re taking off the stickers, mindlessly relocating them To unravel (or reassemble, rather) the poor little tormented Rubik’s.” *“Nay, you fool. I’m just rearranging them so that no one can solve the puzzle. I’m a sadist, not a fraud.”*
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Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
Defacing a Rubik's
( Song ) Europe in the dark age, was swept by an ignorant plague While Ireland was known for poets, scholars, and saints Invaders, would have Éire destroyed while only hurting themselves For it was the Celts, who taught poetry to ancient Greece     They tried to burn her culture down     But the ashes of Ireland proved fertile ground     Green is the pearl, seed of the vine; great garden     Love Songs of Connacht Beaten, almost forgotten she was Her sons sent off to the colonies And Ná Fíle; her poets, became beggars in the streets     They tried to burn her culture down     But the ashes of Ireland proved fertile ground Thank you Lady Gregory! Thank you A.E.! Thank you Will. B. Yeats! Thank you Ó Rathaile, Ó Carolan too! Thank you Mr. Synge! Thank you most of all Douglas Hyde     Green is the pearl, seed of the vine; great garden     Love Songs of Connacht     They tried to burn her culture down     But the ashes of Ireland proved fertile ground Thank you Lady Gregory! Thank you A.E.! Thank you Will. B. Yeats! Thank you Ó Rathaile, Ó Carolan too! Thank you Mr. Synge! Thank you Standish Ó Grady, and Pearse! Thank you Connolly, James! Thank you Merriman, Ferguson too! Thank you Rua Ó Súlleabháin! Thank you James Clarence Mangan! Thank you Tommy Davis! Thank you most of all Douglas Hyde!     Of all the nations of the world     Only Ireland's dream is a poet's dream     Green is the pearl, seed of the vine; great garden     Love Songs of Connacht     Great garden     Love Songs of Connacht
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Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC
Love Songs of Connacht
( Song ) Europe in the dark age, was swept by an ignorant plague While Ireland was known for poets, scholars, and saints Invaders, would have Éire destroyed while only hurting themselves For it was the Celts, who taught poetry to ancient Greece     They tried to burn her culture down     But the ashes of Ireland proved fertile ground     Green is the pearl, seed of the vine; great garden     Love Songs of Connacht Beaten, almost forgotten she was Her sons sent off to the colonies And Ná Fíle; her poets, became beggars in the streets     They tried to burn her culture down     But the ashes of Ireland proved fertile ground Thank you Lady Gregory! Thank you A.E.! Thank you Will. B. Yeats! Thank you Ó Rathaile, Ó Carolan too! Thank you Mr. Synge! Thank you most of all Douglas Hyde     Green is the pearl, seed of the vine; great garden     Love Songs of Connacht     They tried to burn her culture down     But the ashes of Ireland proved fertile ground Thank you Lady Gregory! Thank you A.E.! Thank you Will. B. Yeats! Thank you Ó Rathaile, Ó Carolan too! Thank you Mr. Synge! Thank you Standish Ó Grady, and Pearse! Thank you Connolly, James! Thank you Merriman, Ferguson too! Thank you Rua Ó Súlleabháin! Thank you James Clarence Mangan! Thank you Tommy Davis! Thank you most of all Douglas Hyde!     Of all the nations of the world     Only Ireland's dream is a poet's dream     Green is the pearl, seed of the vine; great garden     Love Songs of Connacht     Great garden     Love Songs of Connacht
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Let's dance to the song of dawn Radiate through space, Erase the hastily committed mistakes, Above the dawn shine, carelessly flitting. And Clarence climbed yet another rhyme To pass a question when you are near. Harlequin leapt to her feet with a mandolin laughing, And sang, “He dances for you!,” Curling bands of incandescent viscera, Dappled bodies sway beneath the bass, Awake to the sensual reality of six experiences. High above the canopy, in the cave of lost reality.
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Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 9:31 AM UTC
The Cave Of Lost Reality
I want a Clarence and Alabama kind of love. I want a call girl with hardly enough experience to fall for me, not a ***** there's a difference. I want a girl who would drop everything and go with me anywhere with more ******* than Sigmund Freud could dream of and believe in everything I did no matter how purple my car is. I want a girl who doesn't care that only fools rush in and knows there is nothing cooler than Elvis glasses and triple kung fu features. I want a girl who tastes like a peach and knows how to utilize a phone booth without dialing a number. I want a girl who would **** Tony freaking Soprano, burn his face off like a vampire's in the sun, just to see me again. I want a girl to move with me to Mexico and name our son after the king of rock n roll who only cares about living fast, dying young, and leaving a good looking corpse. I want a girl to tell me You're so cool!
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Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 9:28 PM UTC
True Romance
Robert told Olive And Olive told Dee That Emma likes Peter But Peter likes me. And Stephen saw Jamie Tell Anna and George That Vicky kissed Edward And Clarence kissed Maude. But Peter told Edward And Edward told me That Vicky saw Stephen Tell Clarence and Dee That Robert kissed Emma So Anna told George That Olive likes Jamie But Jamie likes Maude
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Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 10:25 PM UTC
Tittle-Tattle
Because of Adam we are dust and  return from which we came But at the cross Jesus conqueror the grave... So that's not where we remain. Fly like doves in heaven the eternally saved Death often brings pain and thoughts of rage.. Like how he die so early.. Yet we know he's in peace .. in heaven there's no surgery On earth lives are at stake.. The gift of birth God gives but the flesh is limited so the Spirit he takeneth away So Donnell's life was a gift.. So remember when there's sorrow there is glory at the end God knew what we needed couldn't have made another.. To Caprice, Erin, and his other siblings he was a brother.. When he was born Neicy became a mother To Clarence a nephew to Ms. Cooper a grandchild... To me a playmate young and running wild My eyes water while kneeling on the Floor Praying for the healing of hearts that are sore But to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord U with God and the angels now I can feel u hover.. Up in the heavens above us Face to Face now u can see how much Christ loves us Walking on gold paved streets... Like a dream something we cant even fathom in our sleep, Started writing this with a tear.. It trickled into this here.. Words to my brother in heaven there's Nothing to fear So God I will not question.. Cause when its time he reveals the answers to life lessons.. Oh the Thoughts of entering into heaven.. My brother at 27.. Walking around in heaven.. When its all said and done God is  forever omnipresent
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May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 1:45 PM UTC
Brother
Because of Adam we are dust and  return from which we came But at the cross Jesus conqueror the grave... So that's not where we remain. Fly like doves in heaven the eternally saved Death often brings pain and thoughts of rage.. Like how he die so early.. Yet we know he's in peace .. in heaven there's no surgery On earth lives are at stake.. The gift of birth God gives but the flesh is limited so the Spirit he takeneth away So Donnell's life was a gift.. So remember when there's sorrow there is glory at the end God knew what we needed couldn't have made another.. To Caprice, Erin, and his other siblings he was a brother.. When he was born Neicy became a mother To Clarence a nephew to Ms. Cooper a grandchild... To me a playmate young and running wild My eyes water while kneeling on the Floor Praying for the healing of hearts that are sore But to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord U with God and the angels now I can feel u hover.. Up in the heavens above us Face to Face now u can see how much Christ loves us Walking on gold paved streets... Like a dream something we cant even fathom in our sleep, Started writing this with a tear.. It trickled into this here.. Words to my brother in heaven there's Nothing to fear So God I will not question.. Cause when its time he reveals the answers to life lessons.. Oh the Thoughts of entering into heaven.. My brother at 27.. Walking around in heaven.. When its all said and done God is  forever omnipresent
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As he studied my attention I refused to blink. He told me things about my- self I tried to keep hidden under a coffee stained American Eagle sweat shirt that found me on the Clarence rack. I told him to **** off! But he continued to weave his words through my intelligence. He was such an inspired ******* cruelty bunched together in fifty-seven pages of brilliance. There was no winning against his intellectual abuse. So I let him have the last word. I closed the book.
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Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 5:57 PM UTC
Argument With A Poet
I think of my grandma, almost ninety-five, watching the news in her house alone. It's silly to hope that another man might sweep Viola off her feet like Clarence did when she was just eighteen. When he died, she stayed praying her rosary so that it might rain down on her flowers and her garden that she tended to her entire life, just like her children, and their children, and their children. I visit her, hoping she might live for another twenty years, praying that life will go on, and if that fails, that it might be buried with flowers; That it might rain.
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Apr 15, 2011
Apr 15, 2011 at 7:46 AM UTC
The Visitation
By: Cedric <cCleter, Copyright © 2022. We have been beseeched To vote to impeach Associate Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas for his overreach He has excused Voting on things for which He should have been rescued And those laws he abused He and his right-wing wife Are partners for life And their collaboration Has been rife Cutting their deals With a knife Causing the court undue Stress and strife See they’re cut from The same cloth Stuck together like Wool fabric and a moth Which they proudly wear Adoth And they’ve struck hard Instead of soft So I don’t see Nothing wrong With both of ‘em Being gone Since they’ve been there Much too long And that sentiment Is strong Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2022. All rights reserved.
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May 24, 2022
May 24, 2022 at 6:08 AM UTC
WE HAVE BEEN BESEECHED
Robert told Olive And Olive told Dee That Emma likes Peter But Peter likes me. And Stephen saw Jamie Tell Anna and George That Vicky kissed Edward And Clarence kissed Maude. But Peter told Edward And Edward told me That Vicky saw Stephen Tell Clarence and Dee That Robert kissed Emma So Anna told George That Olive likes Jamie But Jamie likes Maude
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Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 10:29 PM UTC
Tittle-Tattle
The beach still looks the same As I trek through the sand I can hear Clarence playing Along with the E Street Band There's where Jay's used to be And the stone pony too The pony's still there But it's doesn't look like it used to I started running in 1973 I guess I was always born to run I've been running ever since But now it's not any fun I survived living in this Forsaken jungleland full of freaks And still the music's playing Down to the backstreets On that night she was there You know she's the one And Clarence wails away He can't be undone And I hope we will all be Meeting across the river Roaring up thunder road For I am still a believer Down on thunder road !
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Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 10:43 PM UTC
out of step , out of time
Clarence Allan I am travelling around between Saturn and Jupiter You see, Brian, I hated Newcastle in the 70s, I hated being an old man cranky with his Grandson, but it was the Buddhist karma that made me as angry as that, but I am enjoying Flying around in outer space, and I can tell you I am Ryan Clatk, yes, I still wanted to be Close to you, but I still don't want you to meet my earth body, and that is why I stayed away, you remember when I my wife asked you if you were watching home and away, that is because I knew, if you watched it, you will like Sam Marshall, because I got into the home and away writers, minds to get them to create a character, that brings my grandson Brian closer to being respected by younger people, and I don't really want you to, stop your running, cause I don't want you to ruin your achievement of goals, even choosing the date When you die, because, you need to be fit and healthy, and Sam Marshall is your role model, To tru to be like more than anyone, I was sort of angry when you thought I was Macauley culikn, but really mate, he is a total drug addict, who can't control his addiction,,and I let You believe I was Macauley Culkin, because it was a belief, but you really thought that Sam Was you when I was alive, and mate, yes he was, I remember you bring like him too, and I am impressed that even if he was a bit different to you in parts, you are still determined to Believe he is like you, and I admire that in a person. You are going to go a long way especially when you aren't ******* people off. I wished you still watched Bondi rescue, but dude that is my earth body's Joh, now look at my wikipedia and see how much the movie I was costs, keep it, Just to keep it in your collection, you are the only one in your family, that believes the truth, and also you are the only one in your family that will gain good respect by me and all the others. So keep doing what you do, and enjoy your life, dude
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 11:35 PM UTC
HOME AND AWAY'S RYAN CLARK IS CLARENCE ALLAN MY GRANDFATHER
Clarence Allan I am travelling around between Saturn and Jupiter You see, Brian, I hated Newcastle in the 70s, I hated being an old man cranky with his Grandson, but it was the Buddhist karma that made me as angry as that, but I am enjoying Flying around in outer space, and I can tell you I am Ryan Clatk, yes, I still wanted to be Close to you, but I still don't want you to meet my earth body, and that is why I stayed away, you remember when I my wife asked you if you were watching home and away, that is because I knew, if you watched it, you will like Sam Marshall, because I got into the home and away writers, minds to get them to create a character, that brings my grandson Brian closer to being respected by younger people, and I don't really want you to, stop your running, cause I don't want you to ruin your achievement of goals, even choosing the date When you die, because, you need to be fit and healthy, and Sam Marshall is your role model, To tru to be like more than anyone, I was sort of angry when you thought I was Macauley culikn, but really mate, he is a total drug addict, who can't control his addiction,,and I let You believe I was Macauley Culkin, because it was a belief, but you really thought that Sam Was you when I was alive, and mate, yes he was, I remember you bring like him too, and I am impressed that even if he was a bit different to you in parts, you are still determined to Believe he is like you, and I admire that in a person. You are going to go a long way especially when you aren't ******* people off. I wished you still watched Bondi rescue, but dude that is my earth body's Joh, now look at my wikipedia and see how much the movie I was costs, keep it, Just to keep it in your collection, you are the only one in your family, that believes the truth, and also you are the only one in your family that will gain good respect by me and all the others. So keep doing what you do, and enjoy your life, dude
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There is no 'Skippy' no more kangaroo it was traded as bush meat so you kids could eat. 'Flipper got put in cans sans flippers, tasted like fresh kippers, they tell me. TV's responsible for killing our dreams. but I still see them when I sleep 'Clarence the cross eyed lion' is there to keep me company another safari one more 'Daktari' I'm on a different page 'Lady Penelope and Parker are all the rage watching 'Thunderbirds' seeing Gilligans isle while Popeye and olive give me a smile and I know it's for me It's on the TV.
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 10:19 AM UTC
The classics
God Took 7 Angels In 2011-2013 He Took Clarence, and Betty Holley, Tracey O'Donnell, Angel Cooper, Edward Johnson, Wayne Houseweart S.R Nellie Wilcox. He Took These Angels To A Machine Where They Will Live Peacefully. These People Were All Loved Dearly, And Will Be Missed. Rest In Peace Little Angels.
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Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC
7 Angels.
XXVIII New York was far too bittersweet For my taste- I spit it out, gave it back. You lied, my friend- my poor and Huddled mass isn’t good enough For your golden streets. I got off the rescue ship thinkin’ That survivin’ must mean I’m gonna Be somebody, that maybe because a lifeboat Walled me in, held my hand through disaster- I had some meaning. Some reason To walk on tall into your open, American arms. But I checked the list of the dead Today. I read name and name and name And There is no way there were two Margaret Clarence Smitholds On that there ocean voyage. What’s so dead about me? I checked today and I walk and I talk Far better than a plastic doll And there’s no livin’ part of me I left on That boat ‘cept maybe my heart Because lord, there ain’t no Dead in my skin But I’m **** close to not bein able To feel anything
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Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 8:42 AM UTC
Titanic Voices XXVIII
These five plums Are here for the week Treat them well, Said Clarence Benn-Bell. The depiction of listening to 1845 Makes him feel more unborn Than alive. Makes him feel under milky water Makes him feel porky and flat. Makes him weep for his nation And the late Mr. Drepple's Thursday hat Has arrived at last at its destination. His breakfast combines six morning sources. James cannot form four of those. Agnes took 18 historical rejects, But the death table of April 1819 Was between a grave of kites and a stained editor of physical mouth types. Whilst the dreaded Evidence Garden is structurally within St Autumn's torture night.
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Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 8:05 AM UTC
#2
Take a moment once in a while, to pause to breath reflect and smile. Let’s all stand tall with respect and pride. And make Portsmouth’s Hero Lord Nelson proud as he watchers his beautiful city smile. Take my hands and let’s climb up the spinnaker tower, Think happy thoughts and look around.Thank you to Portsmouth City for welcoming me me into this amazing town. Take a run down the sea front pass Clarence pier. Feel the sun on your face your feet on the ground. Count the stars and examine the sky. Catch the rain and watch the birds fly. Make something from silence let words lift your soul, and explore every sweet bit of your beautiful soul. My life cuddles destiny and bought me to this place where I was meant to be. The Gloves on my hands meditating in this boxing ring, my future whispering to my thoughts as I think. Determination and hard work early morning starts. I will start from the bottom and work my way to the top. Heart beating fast many emotions trying to get out. My thoughts whispering to me. Float like a Butterfly sting like a Bee” for you are a champion a role model the world needs to see. Inspired by the greats~ Lord Nelson- Mohamed Ali. So follow your dreams and never give up, and always work hard, your day will arrive at the right time. Remember your stars always shining to bright up the night. JidosReality 5.10.17
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Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC
Three Hero’s One Story
By: Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2022. Once again Clarence has come up short, He needs to be removed From the Supreme Court Which he has treated Like a blood sport That he and his Jinny Have overwrought It’s alright that he’s A Conservative, Since that’s the way That he’s chosen to live And so with him It’s always more take than give But Court secrets Get revealed like sieve And Clarence is more than Well aware That with his best friend Jinny Just sitting there Court secrets become A community share Of which she makes her friends Quite well aware Now there’s an uproar Over a leaked draft decision That Clarence assigned To another with derision While abdicating his own Rightful position Now his wife lacks the courage To make her admission Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2022. All rights reserved.
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May 23, 2022
May 23, 2022 at 4:29 AM UTC
ONCE AGAIN CLARENCE HAS COME UP SHORT
Clarence Darrow said I don’t believe in god because I don’t believe in Mother Goose. Personally I do believe in Mother Goose because I’ve seen her on my dinner plate. But I don’t believe in god. So . . . Go figure.
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 6:30 AM UTC
I BELIEVE