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Stopped into a back roads diner Somewhere just off Carolina Highway thirty three Sign said "open", I went in Pushed the RC handle made of tin Not a soul around that I could see Waitress came out from the back Name plate said her name was "Jack" I'm glad I came in Ordered up some milk and pie This waitress sure did catch my eye Pushing that RC ad made of tin Told her that I was passing through Not staying long, had things to do Smiling, she  said "You'll stay" I said I'' need a place to rest She named one place...the best Out by the bay There's not much to do round here We only serve three kinds of beer and the Carolina Zoom Zoom we make in the back room It goes down as smooth as ever Turn your insides straight to leather That Carolina Zoom Zoom we make in the back room "Jack" sat down and asked my story told her, "lots of pressure, lots of worry" Don't worry *** it'll go I asked her how she could just say that Took off my coat and then my ball hat Just how was she to know She said "I read people when they're here" Some folks stay, some disappear You'll be here a while She said "you're driving time is over" "I think you'll end up, as the new owner" "Of this place"...with a smile I said "there's no people here to sell to" "What the heck would I do" owning this with no one here at all She laughed and said "I am agreeing" But you are looking but not seeing Money's made behind the yonder wall There's not much to do round here We only serve three kinds of beer and the Carolina Zoom Zoom we make in the back room It goes down as smooth as ever Turn your insides straight to leather That Carolina Zoom Zoom we make in the back room She said it was a truck stop diner That sold the best ***** in all Carolina Carolina zoom zoom in the back Recipe's been here for ages Brewed real slow, distilled in stages Always forty jugs out on the rack We've sold to Robert Johnson and Bocephus You may choose to not believe this I wouldn't lie about that fact The diner never makes much money But, the back room, there's the honey sure as i know I'm called Jack She said she lived in an old trailer That she traded with a sailor For a case five   years ago Moved it back on up the hill There she could watch on the still If I bought, she'd have to go I thought a while, made two offers Money to fill up her coffers And she had to stay She smiled, asked me if I'm certain Did I mean it, or was I just flirtin' I told her I was set to pay There's not much to do round here We only serve three kinds of beer and the Carolina Zoom Zoom we make in the back room It goes down as smooth as ever Turn your insides straight to leather That Carolina Zoom Zoom we make in the back room I've been the owner fifteen years I changed my life, by changing gears Jack is still with me Thank god I stopped in to this diner Back in the back roads off Carolina Highway thiry three
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC
Carolina Zoom Zoom
Stopped into a back roads diner Somewhere just off Carolina Highway thirty three Sign said "open", I went in Pushed the RC handle made of tin Not a soul around that I could see Waitress came out from the back Name plate said her name was "Jack" I'm glad I came in Ordered up some milk and pie This waitress sure did catch my eye Pushing that RC ad made of tin Told her that I was passing through Not staying long, had things to do Smiling, she  said "You'll stay" I said I'' need a place to rest She named one place...the best Out by the bay There's not much to do round here We only serve three kinds of beer and the Carolina Zoom Zoom we make in the back room It goes down as smooth as ever Turn your insides straight to leather That Carolina Zoom Zoom we make in the back room "Jack" sat down and asked my story told her, "lots of pressure, lots of worry" Don't worry *** it'll go I asked her how she could just say that Took off my coat and then my ball hat Just how was she to know She said "I read people when they're here" Some folks stay, some disappear You'll be here a while She said "you're driving time is over" "I think you'll end up, as the new owner" "Of this place"...with a smile I said "there's no people here to sell to" "What the heck would I do" owning this with no one here at all She laughed and said "I am agreeing" But you are looking but not seeing Money's made behind the yonder wall There's not much to do round here We only serve three kinds of beer and the Carolina Zoom Zoom we make in the back room It goes down as smooth as ever Turn your insides straight to leather That Carolina Zoom Zoom we make in the back room She said it was a truck stop diner That sold the best ***** in all Carolina Carolina zoom zoom in the back Recipe's been here for ages Brewed real slow, distilled in stages Always forty jugs out on the rack We've sold to Robert Johnson and Bocephus You may choose to not believe this I wouldn't lie about that fact The diner never makes much money But, the back room, there's the honey sure as i know I'm called Jack She said she lived in an old trailer That she traded with a sailor For a case five   years ago Moved it back on up the hill There she could watch on the still If I bought, she'd have to go I thought a while, made two offers Money to fill up her coffers And she had to stay She smiled, asked me if I'm certain Did I mean it, or was I just flirtin' I told her I was set to pay There's not much to do round here We only serve three kinds of beer and the Carolina Zoom Zoom we make in the back room It goes down as smooth as ever Turn your insides straight to leather That Carolina Zoom Zoom we make in the back room I've been the owner fifteen years I changed my life, by changing gears Jack is still with me Thank god I stopped in to this diner Back in the back roads off Carolina Highway thiry three
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Just wonderin’… if surrounded… as you are… by the ramblins… of visitors… and the offerins… of hangers-on… and the jokes… of the wanna-be-funny… and the excitement… of your beloved basketball… and the rowdy…  of your down-and-dirty football… even tennis… when it’s Venus… and her earthy growls…  and ya girl Serena… with her thigh-strainin’ swing… hell… even hockey… if that’s all there is... playin’ in the background… mixin’ just fine… with children laughin'… and he still flirtin’… after all these years… talkin’ a little ***** after all this water… under the bridge… makin’ you smile… coaxin’ you to…  hang in there baby… to take…  just one more bite… to take…  just one more sip… to smile…  just one more time… I’m just wonderin’… how are you gonna do… when they put you in that place… for sick people… with no loud children… no beloved husband… no bad jokes… no fried chicken in the air… no sports commentators… no big band drums… no somebody screamin’ TOUCHDOWN… for you to… if only for a few precious minutes… wake up to… how are you gonna do…in all of that silence…?
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Jan 20, 2012
Jan 20, 2012 at 4:32 PM UTC
Just One Question
He lifted his hand, it shook. He leaned towards speech, halting. A stroke confined his feet to shuffled, prayerful, praises. The day pushed dusk through blinds. “How you buh, beautiful?” (a rasp). “You take your meds?” the nurse said. “How you… to… today?”, finger pointing (reminded of it's hook). She smiled and smoothed his bed "You flirtin’ again? You bad man.” Once he'd made a vow, an oath in Auschwitz-Birkenau: Forced to pick gold from charred teeth, he pledged to sidestep death… to live! And walk - in love - to the Sabbath. Copyright © 2003 Gary Brocks
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Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC
THIS IS ALL I KNOW OF MORRIS
Don't come round here flirtin' If you haven't got the game If you can't deliver I don't want to know your name Sending drinks and cutesy smiles Don't go too far round here You'd better send at least two shots And at least a jug of beer You'd better bring your "A" game buddy Cause sometimes it gets bloody Don't leave your "A" game on the shelf Cause you'll go home all by yourself You'd better give as well as get Now you're in the south Our cougars here aren't like those up north Our girls ...they give good mouth They've heard it all a million times Don't come with a cheap line They don't drink things with flowers in And they don't drink cheap boxed wine You'd better bring your "A" game buddy Cause sometimes it gets ****** Don't leave your "A" game on the shelf Cause you'll go home all by yourself They're barracudas in this bar They've got teeth, and they will use 'em So, buddy you'd best be on your game Or you won't go home a twosome Our women here get treated special And son, they're mighty proud Look at someone elses woman And they get mighty loud You'd better bring your "A" game buddy Cause sometimes it gets bloody Don't leave your "A" game on the shelf Cause you'll go home all by yourself
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Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 11:43 PM UTC
You'd better bring your "A" game (edit)
Would you share a moment with me, over some herbal tea? Take a walk verbally, make a bond certainly cause’ in my hand I bet your hand would fit perfectly. Its like we floatin in space when you flirtin with me, can’t believe the moments we have, don’t wanna move to quick, but honey without you I’d be sick. I’m saying this from the heart best believe it from the start, with you in mah life, I wanna make you mah wife. Don’t think just react it makes it easier in fact, you look better with no make up on I hope you don’t take it wrong. When the sun sets upon your eyes, your beauty becomes disguised hidden in between the feelings of lust and love, I can fall for you with just one shove. Getting swallowed in the waves of commotions I can’t help to feel these emotions, I get lost for for words tryin to describe your curves. Not in a sleezy way because I like how gentleman play, not in such a style to drive these ladies wild, but with such manner and bliss he plants one kiss. Upon the lips of beautiful lady who isn’t so shady, upon the woman with class which any man shouldn’t pass, upon the one with the big dreams which have no seems. With just one kiss he knows he can’t miss, the love of his life that will soon be his wife.
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Mar 6, 2012
Mar 6, 2012 at 6:03 AM UTC
Certainly Thee Most Perfectly
We're not miles apart today maybe at least two and it angers me that there will be no way of seeing you We're popping fireworks hoping you can see them from where you are and the sound of the gun powdered lights is the sound my heart makes when it thinks about you. Lighting sparklers on fire and spelling your name in bright stars and watching it end in smoke just how you end your days. My mom just told me Red dye number 40 makes kids go crazy and I'm starting to wonder if that's what my blood is made out of. My patience is gone and I've cut my hair. I've lost count of how many times I've cried today my parents know it's because of your curly hair and brown eyes and all i want for Christmas is to see you but I'm just flirtin' with disaster aren't I?
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Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
Maybe this isn't a Poem
Dancing and jiving to the sound of the heart monitor in the back Your seizing like a seizure and im beating like a heart attack Grandma's dead Dad shot her in the head and we’re Drinkin and dancin tonight I feel FINE And we can slide through the slick halls Flirtin with the white walls and sign that everythings always alrigh ****** all up in her feeding tube, Take a shot of anesthesia every time she makes a Cadaveric move Yeah grandmas livin it up tonight Now we’ll moonwalk into a birthing center just to step to those jarring screams You've got syringe glass in your hair. I'm sitting in the doctor's chair. Yeah, I'm dancing with the girl of my fever dreams!!! spike the ceyline bags with laughing gas, its so funny. not knee slapping funny just so funny. We’ll have a disco party in the medicare Weave some new bath towel from fallen cancer hair Yeah this ***** getting crazy and i'm with you **** who are you?
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Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 12:04 AM UTC
i took six shots of **** I can now confirm its not edible
I know that I am happy On this great high way of life But I took a detour That coulda caused some kind of strife I stopped on off at a ***** tonk Not my sorta world And I found myself a flirtin With a dancin girl A woman not my wife She was lookin kinda pretty As she twirled that fancy skirt And I knew it could be dangerous For both me and her So I sped off in my Chevy And left her standin there Back on home To the safety zone And my old easy chair
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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 3:42 PM UTC
Highway of Endless Troubles
My lady, she can't get o'er me My lady, she can't get o'er me My lady, she always wanna be My lady, she can't get o'er me My lady, she got no more time My lady, she thinks she's all fine                 . . .  thinks she's all fine My honey, her heads all o'er She's been searching for that four-leaf clover She's been searching for that four-leaf clover But it's nowhere to be found Love stings but hornets can heal Gorgeous woman, she do wanna feel                                                  . . .  feel                                           . . .  oh yeah Love can sting but I can't go Gorgeous woman, I did have ya so But you ain't mine no more . . . You ain't mine no more . . . My poor lady, she'd been hurting My poor honey, she'd been caught me flirtin' Sweet gorgeous, there's no more groovin' I'm sorry baby, there's no more groovin' O' lady, you'd best be through'in O' lady, you'd best be through'in O' lady, we'd best be through'in O' lady, we'd best be through'in O'lady you'd best be through now O'lady we'd best be through now We'd best be . . . .  . . . . We'd best be . . . .  . . . . We'd best be . . . .  . . . . We'd best be . . . .  . . . . We'd best be . . . .  . . . . *O'lady we'd best through And outta the moonlight Oh yea, Me and You We'd best be through*
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Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 6:23 PM UTC
O' Lady You
my life is **** my life is **** b-cos of u i dont understand wot i shud do 1 day ur sweet den wen im hurtin u get discrete wif otha boys flirtin my life is **** i wish i cud die i cant understand Y i dont try u say u love me den reject my touch i wish u cud see da pain iz 2 much my life is **** now go away my life is **** sorry 2 say my life is **** its ur fault girl my life is **** Fallen angelz?
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Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 2:23 PM UTC
My lyfe iz ****
1. Don't let memory run away with you and make moments of loss not true dreams of joy may turn to ash and the mistakes you've made to few It's not lies that protect, but joy: no need to run away, but employ your six senses to know the woman you're becoming from the boy. 2. I was all hung up before all hidden in fakery and gore; now so unsure I'll not pretend I'm new to being girl-friend. I'm new to being a woman and I'm trying to find all the reaches of my heart so human how I make up my mind Testosterone and lies an evil mix Years of misery with only one fix Let me join with you girls Dance arms linked in great whirls I'm so knew in this lovely air let me be your newest friend Heart to heart so we might share We've good messages to send 3. My path is all that's certain: Only truth will I be blurtin' And with you I would be flirtin' flinging aside so every curtain Steady hand and brightest eyes The time is short ere spirit flies I've gathered my pains like raspberry pies And keep them without compromise.
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Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 3:06 PM UTC
Memory flies
Pretty boy's gone Since yesterday, done with flirtin and acting gay Bad Boy's back with the cigarette lighter and the twenty sack of **** to get a little higher Ever since they went away, well pretty boy's been full of dismay heartbroken and lonesome he roams the town looking for some ***** in which he'll drown, broken and beaten mean and old on the street is where he sold his pills and **** his cid and lean oh Pretty boy, sure got mean. All the pretty girls tried to fix him But he never could forget about the one that tricked him. the one who stomped on his heart like a cigarette **** extinguishing the warmth within him like a punch to the gut his eyes, once warm and inviting are cold and dark full of thunder and a spark of lightning
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Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 7:07 PM UTC
That boy's gone.
by Arcassin Burnham Started all from a party she went to, talking to her missing piece in the bathroom, the one she wanted - hiding behind the curtains, her friend acted self contious, over the guy she couldnt have, for certain - only to know , he was flirtin with the girl from the bathroom, And when she came out the Jealousy struck too soon, Askin for favors, just to see her swim, thinking back , she could have timed it, dalila was her name, under water , she had the perfect body, AS they sanqurinize Swim, I hope im better than, She thought, Staring at her, she sat by her, writing her address down, with a black marker, At her house, a mile they walk, only to know she had to wait, just so her and him can talk, or was it more than that, thinkin it was a dream, that she met her, but it was so much more than that, hope shes not playing the **** again So saw them , as they swam..................TO BE CONTINUED
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May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 7:23 PM UTC
"HeR Lovin Her PT.1"
"Red Ain't My Color" Inspired by: "Blue Ain't Your Color" by: Keith Urban https://youtu.be/SoIKv3xxuMA Y'all could c me on Facebook writin' songs & poems Watchin' my kids' lives In i-so-la-tion And chances were He's flirtin' w/ some new "her" Cause he wasn't gonna pay no mind Well it wasn't n e one's place But they went and said it n e way Cause I looked like I'd had 'nuff of his fire Hadn't any fun Hadn't made a smile n a long while Baby Red makes a good sunset Looks good on that shirt that hugs my figure But didn't look good on my face I'm tellin' u I don't need drama It's so simple see He's stealin' my kids, 3 Baby, red ain't my color U weren't tryna' b another man Hit on me kinda guy Tryna pick me up Tryna flirt with me But u just didn't understand How another man Can take my sons Turn them against me Well u didn't even drink And u're thinkin' that I was beau-ti-ful Tell me that if we were together u wouldn't change Me Just make me happy Baby Cause red makes a good sunset Looks good on that shirt that hugs my figure But didn't look good on my face You're tellin' me I didn't need drama It's so simple see He's stealin' my kids, 3 Baby, red ain't my color No no no Red ain't my color baby Red makes a good sunset Looks good on that shirt that hugs my figure But didn't look good on my face You're tellin' me I didn't need drama It's so simple see He's stealin' my kids, 3 Baby, red ain't my color Red ain't my color, mmm mmm No no baby And u lit up my world © From A Poet's ♥️ 4/20/20
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May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 12:52 PM UTC
"Red Ain't My Color" Inspired by: "Blue Ain't Your Color" by: Keith Urban
"Red Ain't My Color" Inspired by: "Blue Ain't Your Color" by: Keith Urban https://youtu.be/SoIKv3xxuMA Y'all could c me on Facebook writin' songs & poems Watchin' my kids' lives In i-so-la-tion And chances were He's flirtin' w/ some new "her" Cause he wasn't gonna pay no mind Well it wasn't n e one's place But they went and said it n e way Cause I looked like I'd had 'nuff of his fire Hadn't any fun Hadn't made a smile n a long while Baby Red makes a good sunset Looks good on that shirt that hugs my figure But didn't look good on my face I'm tellin' u I don't need drama It's so simple see He's stealin' my kids, 3 Baby, red ain't my color U weren't tryna' b another man Hit on me kinda guy Tryna pick me up Tryna flirt with me But u just didn't understand How another man Can take my sons Turn them against me Well u didn't even drink And u're thinkin' that I was beau-ti-ful Tell me that if we were together u wouldn't change Me Just make me happy Baby Cause red makes a good sunset Looks good on that shirt that hugs my figure But didn't look good on my face You're tellin' me I didn't need drama It's so simple see He's stealin' my kids, 3 Baby, red ain't my color No no no Red ain't my color baby Red makes a good sunset Looks good on that shirt that hugs my figure But didn't look good on my face You're tellin' me I didn't need drama It's so simple see He's stealin' my kids, 3 Baby, red ain't my color Red ain't my color, mmm mmm No no baby And u lit up my world © From A Poet's ♥️ 4/20/20
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Let it be known. That this calm is my own. Though I don't yet know home. As my grace takes the thrown. In my caves pace and moan. Like a grave placed my stone. I will wait for the scent of some pharamones. To wake me a bit and change where I roam. To get out and stay active and gain new distractions remaining adaptive and scrape my bones. I'll go hunting not hurtin, not *** but some flirtin, *** I am still certain I'm safe alone.
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Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 6:29 PM UTC
MOVE ON