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"drawback" poems
If I am gone   vanish like pieces into the atom. It ain’t complain lets drawback spur in rhythm.
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Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 10:19 PM UTC
Dance Into The Atom
Tried to give you a pleasing answer but could not Silence filled empty spaces, I saw your eyes drop You know tears clear you are my only blind spot I'll keep my feelings in, a beautiful secret locked The ends of my lips rise, my mean act cracked I let my hand rest on your cheek, can't drawback Breathtaking, heart breaking, barely holding back entertwine your fingers in mine, replay flashbacks Memories of child promises you're cute like that I let my lips hug yours firmly that's my comeback
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Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 12:55 PM UTC
The comeback
Without a suitable rival, the sad brigade lingers Conscripts for an unpopular and non-believable cause. After a drawback, the sober war machine parades. The collective forces mimics a ploy of belligerence The transient atmosphere moans a superfluous order. A wit decides a banner epic for its backlog to dictate In the ***** populace there waves circular innocence. The twisted ranks value the immediate imperative This sudden attitude dresses into a signature. And a written tragic script obscures their pain. While the reluctant ones wait for peace to break out.
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Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
Reluctant Warriors
We were up all thru out the terrible night sniffling like ******* addicts like sick little youth 1930's depression oh the Great our fat lips hung like dying mosquitoes in the coming brothel of winter and her long scorched dress that I inflamed with my Vietnam stolen lover zippo of gasoline in a Sober frenzy of jealousy now her Glare is angled narrowly at lust tobacco coughing up and down side ways in dreams as if I were a butterfly addicted to cigars we were up all thru out the night counting our skin cells watching the television laugh at our faces He sobbed “how the orange metallic streets bent to our theatrical emotions on 12th street” oh the glory of our thoughts and touch was ransom was devil was god was god watching in his leather seat? Wearing his glasses reading the Bible? Or does he read Russian Literature or does he only read Latin I and I were up all last night guessing Morphine using the Sister's pay-phone copper to connect with silly 3 eyed hipster hookers their eyes wide and green with white salt like a ***** lake that you stumble upon drunkardly with a laughing Angel High on Cough Syrup and mortality amused exhilarated passion-ated by this new opportunity for Adventure's drawback which is death or Boredom MY innocents is deteriorating with Age like the alcoholic richness of 100 year old Wine sadly money monday didn't go to church hope that lady with wisdom in her hands forgives me then I ate now I starve clutching at the windows painting a boy staring at me wondering if I were real As I wonder if his thoughts are my own We were up all night translating the moon's shadows and hiccups into finger paintings and strep throat.
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Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC
James Dean
We were up all thru out the terrible night sniffling like ******* addicts like sick little youth 1930's depression oh the Great our fat lips hung like dying mosquitoes in the coming brothel of winter and her long scorched dress that I inflamed with my Vietnam stolen lover zippo of gasoline in a Sober frenzy of jealousy now her Glare is angled narrowly at lust tobacco coughing up and down side ways in dreams as if I were a butterfly addicted to cigars we were up all thru out the night counting our skin cells watching the television laugh at our faces He sobbed “how the orange metallic streets bent to our theatrical emotions on 12th street” oh the glory of our thoughts and touch was ransom was devil was god was god watching in his leather seat? Wearing his glasses reading the Bible? Or does he read Russian Literature or does he only read Latin I and I were up all last night guessing Morphine using the Sister's pay-phone copper to connect with silly 3 eyed hipster hookers their eyes wide and green with white salt like a ***** lake that you stumble upon drunkardly with a laughing Angel High on Cough Syrup and mortality amused exhilarated passion-ated by this new opportunity for Adventure's drawback which is death or Boredom MY innocents is deteriorating with Age like the alcoholic richness of 100 year old Wine sadly money monday didn't go to church hope that lady with wisdom in her hands forgives me then I ate now I starve clutching at the windows painting a boy staring at me wondering if I were real As I wonder if his thoughts are my own We were up all night translating the moon's shadows and hiccups into finger paintings and strep throat.
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Act as if I could sell dreams to an insomniac, Or selling broken pieces to a crack. Cracking skulls to think well ahead. Arranging my plans in serial, on the few crumbs of bread. Why I ask the Lord for my daily bread, to fill all my ideas. Keep them fed. Seem to be a puzzle piece, trying to find my fit As I play such games, finding humour from my wit. Dressed for life, suit and tie hoping it all could fit. But life at times feels so much like a job, but I can't even quit. I'm over my head at times, wanting to be an upright citizen. Beating on myself, maybe because I didn't get enough discipline. Days I'm trying to train my mind, most days I lost track. Picture out my life plans, still feels like there's a drawback. Pressing the On and Off switch of my mind. Don't know what's current. Haven't paid the dues of my life, nowadays I have a warrant. Relevance goings irrelevant, if you're not relevant to yourself. Relatively speaking, I don't know how to end this piece. So here's the end. Oh well! But no, Why must the end of a cause not have you all standing in your applause? Lord only knows, why we're quick to pick out the flaws. The pain of hanging over your jaws, while I'm handing you a gift of my words. Like the non-existent Santa Claus. Spitting words to your face, facts of my case. Who runs the passion of his soul, for you to chase. Anyways, This is far too long, to the point I don't know where these words are coming from. This rant is far too withstanding, way too strong. So to you all, I'm now gone.
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Jun 10, 2021
Jun 10, 2021 at 12:24 PM UTC
Spitting words to your face.
Act as if I could sell dreams to an insomniac, Or selling broken pieces to a crack. Cracking skulls to think well ahead. Arranging my plans in serial, on the few crumbs of bread. Why I ask the Lord for my daily bread, to fill all my ideas. Keep them fed. Seem to be a puzzle piece, trying to find my fit As I play such games, finding humour from my wit. Dressed for life, suit and tie hoping it all could fit. But life at times feels so much like a job, but I can't even quit. I'm over my head at times, wanting to be an upright citizen. Beating on myself, maybe because I didn't get enough discipline. Days I'm trying to train my mind, most days I lost track. Picture out my life plans, still feels like there's a drawback. Pressing the On and Off switch of my mind. Don't know what's current. Haven't paid the dues of my life, nowadays I have a warrant. Relevance goings irrelevant, if you're not relevant to yourself. Relatively speaking, I don't know how to end this piece. So here's the end. Oh well! But no, Why must the end of a cause not have you all standing in your applause? Lord only knows, why we're quick to pick out the flaws. The pain of hanging over your jaws, while I'm handing you a gift of my words. Like the non-existent Santa Claus. Spitting words to your face, facts of my case. Who runs the passion of his soul, for you to chase. Anyways, This is far too long, to the point I don't know where these words are coming from. This rant is far too withstanding, way too strong. So to you all, I'm now gone.
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Comfortable with a shift I am light fitting about in small clarities each of a color nearer night or dawn depending and this mini-series of decay a single barb on a small rose exhausting itself on the sleeve of a thin blue shirt in spring and just a bit of my right arm see it exalting at my drawback I have seen a day pulled from time with crashing disjunctures broken seconds cutting indiscriminately we are so viciously small at this end of being serial and i am listening into orifices of wonder wavering memories in memories of ink easier with the current of the cool ever darkening lightening skies as they charge themselves with a day while i sleep Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis
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Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 9:34 PM UTC
Comfortable with a Shift
fascinated i draw in my breath, little murmur of content, i am life and i am death, what is there to prepare, what to unravel, what happenstance to know? how does the tide, desiring only to rise and fall, to sweep the shore and then drawback like a warrior lunging with a sword, the death-cry obliterating the sky, then pulling his arm swiftly back the same fire in her heart, unremorseful, unrelenting, bring me such rest? i’ll forget all my loves except for you, die like a warrior for love because my heart is a rugged shore and it carries the crashing waves and the clamour of gulls because it believes in freedom, and needs to hear the brashness of the wind and the far distances of the stars.
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Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
dark shore....
Well. I was trying to reach you. And what shall I do now? I cannot escape this and there is nowhere to run to. I have fallen and you are all wrapped up. But you still somehow manage to do and say the right things to get me swayed. My head is ******* swayed by you. I just start thinking. I just get my mind blown. By you. It's like you must know the effect you are having. Or could potentially have. Those caramel cherries did not sway me alone. They came from your thoughtful head. Your even keeled thoughtful head. I can never read you. Which is funny, because acting is **** But it comes with a drawback, I guess. You always act around me. I am surprised at these effects. It's not that I always get high with you. It's how I feel when you are gone, and I never got to get the whole truth out.
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Jun 7, 2011
Jun 7, 2011 at 8:37 PM UTC
Stoney Well
I was told of shadows perpendicular to the soft nature of the grassy plains. Growing night - wild and irregular I saw habits worth mentioning. Tall trees sit in a upright position. A great drawback: He bounded toward the cliff. The water is very muddy.
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Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 9:20 PM UTC
Killed in the Course of a Year
you can't no no no this cannot happen refrain drawback recoil anything just don't let this happen
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 8:45 PM UTC
No no no
The road is rough The work is tough But losing hope And unable to cope Is our biggest drawback Where we start to lack Our true capabilities And thus neglect our responsibilities The thoughts of getting rich May lead us to a dump ditch If we do not change, The way we are The way we think Accepting challenges, being brave Working hard as time blinks When all pays off at the end Then you do not have to crave For anything you wished for For everything you can have What little you can serve To the unlucky ones around And showers of blessing will automatically surround Where we are now, is not "The End" Strive, Thrive, Revive, Refresh, Recharge, Reclaim! .......Go For It!!! ©sim
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Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC
Don't Give Up
THE SIMPLE TALE OF A FOX As the fox swept his porch with his bright orange tail It reminded him he must get a torch In the coming summer sale. The badger family had a few Tucked by their nearest tree In fact they had two Or it might have been three. I digress, the tail turned brown Dust was the culprit to be fair Which was a bit of a comedown That’s the drawback of orange hair. He whistled while he swept Foxes have music in their soul Unfortunately the dust crept Towards the badgers clean hole. Out he shot like a bat out of hell The badger not at all pleased But the fox had bid his farewell When the badger had a massive sneeze.
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 2:46 PM UTC
The Simple Tale Of a Fox
Mouse Cat The client went on about how fraud hit the revenue A single case of fraud could be bad Costing thousands in dollars by criminals Take the Mobile Application on cell phones This was for business owners to take calls on Separating them from personal calls On the upmarket plan it was text capable With unlimited SMS text messages It was a free service but if 10,000 were sent In a single day that cost something If enough of such fraud cases were done It cost the company hugely in lost revenue It took time to find out if a new user was a fake Doing fraud before their account was cancelled Even if it took 48 hours to stop them just imagine How many thousand text message could be sent On 1 upmarket business account Mobile App Its ease of use on a cell phone was a drawback It allowed scammers to call up for a new fake account Using a stolen credit card to pay The 30 dollar activation fee for the service That started immediately with a free 14 day trial Perfect for nifty social engineering fraudsters There were hundreds of them all being smart We all had to be smarter to thwart them How exactly do you do that? It was cat and mouse
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Oct 4, 2023
Oct 4, 2023 at 9:00 PM UTC
Mouse Cat
After killing all the ogres and saving the village I took all the ogre bodies back to the river where I consumed all of them.. After this I felt amazing! But there was of course one drawback. Eating such a big feast made my dragon body very sleepy.. I then found a cool spot by the river bank that was pretty well out of sight.. This was in case more ogres came looking for their other ogre companions.. I feel into a deep deep sleep and begin to dream... The dream took place in this parallel land I am on currently. But the land look alot like back home.. The water in the dark river was a pure blue as well as the beautiful green trees that took the place of the dark black trees that reside here.. I found myself in human form walking right next to my dragon form.. The both of us walked by the river talking to eachother. There were 2 moons above us.. One was white and pure, the other was a deep ocean blue with a dreamlike sparkle that only a dragon dream could luster up.. I then looked into my human eyes with my dragon eyes.. I felt every thought and became connected to myself like never before.. In a short moment I felt someone else.. This was not me.. I then broke the connection and saw a different person standing there.. A young girl with long brown hair smiled at me and faded into the green forest turning everything back the way it was.. My dragon scent awoke me! Something was coming.. I took a deep breath in and felt it coming from the sky.. It was coming in fast..
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Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
!!!! Dragon Sleep !!!!
After killing all the ogres and saving the village I took all the ogre bodies back to the river where I consumed all of them.. After this I felt amazing! But there was of course one drawback. Eating such a big feast made my dragon body very sleepy.. I then found a cool spot by the river bank that was pretty well out of sight.. This was in case more ogres came looking for their other ogre companions.. I feel into a deep deep sleep and begin to dream... The dream took place in this parallel land I am on currently. But the land look alot like back home.. The water in the dark river was a pure blue as well as the beautiful green trees that took the place of the dark black trees that reside here.. I found myself in human form walking right next to my dragon form.. The both of us walked by the river talking to eachother. There were 2 moons above us.. One was white and pure, the other was a deep ocean blue with a dreamlike sparkle that only a dragon dream could luster up.. I then looked into my human eyes with my dragon eyes.. I felt every thought and became connected to myself like never before.. In a short moment I felt someone else.. This was not me.. I then broke the connection and saw a different person standing there.. A young girl with long brown hair smiled at me and faded into the green forest turning everything back the way it was.. My dragon scent awoke me! Something was coming.. I took a deep breath in and felt it coming from the sky.. It was coming in fast..
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HATING IS AN EMOTIONAL DRAWBACK , I PRAY FOR YOU, HATERS !!
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Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 2:00 AM UTC
BLESS YOU, HATERS !! (10 WORDS)
I could be hurt even dead but I wouldn't know it, I've become so attached to my demons I don't even feel the pain no more. I crave to be who I once were, an infant crawling back to her tender loving arms, if only I knew that it could all be so dim, I would have laid back, push my dreams and aspirations aside and drown within her belly.
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May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 3:26 PM UTC
Drawback
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 1:12 AM UTC
The Met
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~~~ In Tucson's fair climes The weather's sublime It's the perfect time of the year Though no colorful trees Not a ONE drops it's leaves There is one major drawback I fear Driving caution's suggested As the roads are conjested Tucson's now popular! TRUE! For the balmy air And the climate fair Brings all of the Snowbirds here TOO! SoulSurvivor Catherine Jarvis (C) October 19, 2014
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Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 8:26 AM UTC
A Tucson Autumn
The unlayering of a soul Like the drawback of an old beautiful curtain Dusty and covered in a masquerade of golden tassles Hiding the depth behind And when they uncover Unmask Choose to perform My eyes and heart are captivated By the magic that is in stuttering toungues and loud cackles Long stories and love poems I came to tell my story And my ears were much happier after Having soaked in the noise of humanity The sound of souls A room full of souls And I have been in those empty rooms before Those rooms silent and eager for more space Rooms echoing with soulless disconnection And these people are not soulless but they do not give themselves up don't give themselves freedom to be those souls And I can only relate to people who have that soul Who have the depth the expanse, the mind, the breadth to express Their innermost pains, joys And a room that is soulfull Accepts And a drawback of curtains Assumes no judgement For why would there be? What would there be to judge? I used to cry about feeling like a stranger in my own home Then feeling guilty for being sorry for myself And throwing up a pity party when no other life is better than mine and so many people have it worse in many ways we know what it feel like to live in a world where you feel you never belong Then to be faced with a room, heart beating a mile a minute, knowing the curtains will be drawn back and you will have to face the music of your own I saw a woman today, with a face filled with so much love it was glowing A love that made me want to love everything And I know everything isn’t what it seems But poetry is all about that seem That perspective From afar As my arrow gets pulled far back into depths of deep internal demons I am now being tossed into the universe Endlessly No aim Fired off into the moving air I feel like a plastic bag Im flying by city lights And city dreams Hoping for answers hidden in the trees Sunflowers have been planted But it will be winter soon Roots are growing, sprouting little buds of green Not blooming yet But there is growth And strength in the little brown sprouted roots
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Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
growth
The unlayering of a soul Like the drawback of an old beautiful curtain Dusty and covered in a masquerade of golden tassles Hiding the depth behind And when they uncover Unmask Choose to perform My eyes and heart are captivated By the magic that is in stuttering toungues and loud cackles Long stories and love poems I came to tell my story And my ears were much happier after Having soaked in the noise of humanity The sound of souls A room full of souls And I have been in those empty rooms before Those rooms silent and eager for more space Rooms echoing with soulless disconnection And these people are not soulless but they do not give themselves up don't give themselves freedom to be those souls And I can only relate to people who have that soul Who have the depth the expanse, the mind, the breadth to express Their innermost pains, joys And a room that is soulfull Accepts And a drawback of curtains Assumes no judgement For why would there be? What would there be to judge? I used to cry about feeling like a stranger in my own home Then feeling guilty for being sorry for myself And throwing up a pity party when no other life is better than mine and so many people have it worse in many ways we know what it feel like to live in a world where you feel you never belong Then to be faced with a room, heart beating a mile a minute, knowing the curtains will be drawn back and you will have to face the music of your own I saw a woman today, with a face filled with so much love it was glowing A love that made me want to love everything And I know everything isn’t what it seems But poetry is all about that seem That perspective From afar As my arrow gets pulled far back into depths of deep internal demons I am now being tossed into the universe Endlessly No aim Fired off into the moving air I feel like a plastic bag Im flying by city lights And city dreams Hoping for answers hidden in the trees Sunflowers have been planted But it will be winter soon Roots are growing, sprouting little buds of green Not blooming yet But there is growth And strength in the little brown sprouted roots
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What you think will pull you off-course is the reason why speed is our cause a modern pony that encourages us to brag...gravity is proud to have pressed it on our floors, it's identity is what it truly stores. Never dragged by the generation of emoji's, Ferrari has inhabited another planet of emotions.Why race because When you see our tail lights you always talk about making some "minor" adjustments on your supercars and we understand because a tragedy always seems reversible before the pain sinks in. Going as fast as Predicting the future in terms of technology maybe the most foolish thing a person can do because when the time comes it would be an understatement to say "the future that never happened". But because in the future those predictions look so retro, what you would say is "the past that never happened". Now that's what I call A drawback, should we just wait and see? but with Ferrari we certainly know what it's gonna be....TWELVE cylinders in a V. A car I would appreciate on a cloudy day, put on some good perfume.Who needs a radio when there's 950 horses screaming in tune...LA FERRARI!. When you switch off the engine, the marvelous horse always whispers "I won't get rusty". The epitome of Italian sports cars...a shiny horse that represents the beauty in power. No need to fight for dominance because ferrari is the essential formula in 1, legendary drivers found a safe home in its heart. Always overcomes an opposing force with finesse...what a mighty horse, Ferrari comforts your thoughts on a highway. So then the horse still looks forward with it's uninterrupted youthful pose. I will always!!! Remember the horse.
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Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 8:45 AM UTC
remember the horse
What you think will pull you off-course is the reason why speed is our cause a modern pony that encourages us to brag...gravity is proud to have pressed it on our floors, it's identity is what it truly stores. Never dragged by the generation of emoji's, Ferrari has inhabited another planet of emotions.Why race because When you see our tail lights you always talk about making some "minor" adjustments on your supercars and we understand because a tragedy always seems reversible before the pain sinks in. Going as fast as Predicting the future in terms of technology maybe the most foolish thing a person can do because when the time comes it would be an understatement to say "the future that never happened". But because in the future those predictions look so retro, what you would say is "the past that never happened". Now that's what I call A drawback, should we just wait and see? but with Ferrari we certainly know what it's gonna be....TWELVE cylinders in a V. A car I would appreciate on a cloudy day, put on some good perfume.Who needs a radio when there's 950 horses screaming in tune...LA FERRARI!. When you switch off the engine, the marvelous horse always whispers "I won't get rusty". The epitome of Italian sports cars...a shiny horse that represents the beauty in power. No need to fight for dominance because ferrari is the essential formula in 1, legendary drivers found a safe home in its heart. Always overcomes an opposing force with finesse...what a mighty horse, Ferrari comforts your thoughts on a highway. So then the horse still looks forward with it's uninterrupted youthful pose. I will always!!! Remember the horse.
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What is this clarity that I hold? Is it that the value of all else Has equilibrated? Silence Silence in my thoughts In my mind In my heart In my room In my relationships In my mess Silence. It is possible that this is the Drawback of water Before the tsunami slams A moment of silence Surrounded By the wake of a storm
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Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 1:27 AM UTC
Eye of the storm
In the city you can't see the stars, often times. So how are you supposed to remember what eternity looks like?
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Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 8:12 AM UTC
The Drawback
The first newspapers had to be chisled out by hand with a chisle and mallet. Not exactly the fine print we get today. And if the chisle-er made a mistake, then that piece of stone would have to be reprossessed. This would cause a delay in production and delivery. Another drawback was that those stones were heavy. And no matter how greased your cartwheels, the donkey could only pull so much weight. However, if you were lucky enough to get a copy of The Evening Stone, (at the price of only three dracmas per slab) you would have a piece of news that could literally last longer than a lifetime. (pardon the alliteration) The End
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Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 8:01 AM UTC
A Story
I anesthetized myself with fifteen pints of Olde English, **** good health I'm going down. But coming round when the pounding in my head reminds me that I can't be dead is a drawback. Yet Olde English sounds so quaint, believe me folks and yokels it ain't, the locals where I live give free stretchers for the wretches just like me.
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Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 5:50 PM UTC
Fools and fancies
To me there was never any drawback it was just simply child's play looking back down the old track it was a typical British railway. It was just brilliant in its heyday chugging along with a smokestack through tunnels and the odd archway I can safely say I never looked back. All those hard workers on the payroll leaving memories along the track spending all day shovelling coal everything they wore and owned black. Some days their breath dried and they cried from the young lad to the station guard but they all had something called pride even though their memory's were all scarred. The whistle could be heard "all aboard" and off it would go chugging the steam puffed and the engine roared regardless of the carriages it was tugging. Through every village an every vale it relentlessly ploughed along each track and each trail leaving its white fluffy cloud. Travelling along tootling down from hill to hill down the track from coast to each and every town and I never looked back.
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Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 12:38 AM UTC
I Never Looked Back