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I said I got years of experience in months what you think
A test of self control, she said I wasn't old enough to drink
But I'd do it anyhow drunk or not I want not you but us
Two people wanting  eachother wants almost earie
Inhibition all time high leave the excuses for "the next guy"
brandon nagley May 2015
A very earie building, with the river behind watching.
The time don't stop, for the birds are your watchmen! They peer through your eyes, as the tree's smile uncloaked!

Desperate folks gather at the pool, alcoholic drink to quench, no mentioning of lunch, just the bees to flutter their stinger's! Nights grow older, neighbors get bolder. Some pestful so babilling, and vain speakings..

Sneaky seedlings spring to new life abroad, some here dress with class, as messes they make of their ownselves, what slobs!!!

None here for intellectual conversation, just horrible *******'s to drowned out your better ideas!!

Sneeze lightly friend, for they can hear you in the sheet thin walls, this town is emptied of malls, just liquor store barrage!!!

Such a mirage...

I want a wedding like togetherness, where readiness is overtaking, and your breathe you shall lose...

From that purest love joy that is!!!
Alzet Weideman Nov 2017
The red gutters and the bright yellow panes
Bright blue water flowing when it rains
The green grass creeping over the lawn
Bright yellow sun peaking out at dawn

But what it’s really all about
Is when you turn it inside-out
The lonely darkness then revealed
With a cold blackness again sealed

My friend, are you not maybe so:
Outside all bright and cheery
Where green grass and blue streams flow.

But inside you’re just as weary
And do not actually grow
As this dark house so cold and earie
This poem was written by my mother (anonymous Bell).

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