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"kannie" poems
what happens when you're the sole male in a supermarket, filled by females, cashiers, and the customers... you walk in, you walk out, which is not as bad as being intimidated by nine prostitutes while you wait your turn.. you walk in, and then you walk out... with aud lang syne booming from your ears... (i kannie **** cry at tje track.. mountains man... just mountains... i kannie not cry... or forget that i danced the Kayleigh without donning the kilt) o heart o thistle... o my dear earned hands, to hand over the land worth of till and toil... my own and sole wish...    that Scotland take my heart and gives unto it... bloom... once upon the cobbled stones of the Royal Mile... then upon the dawn of day, upon Arthur's Seat... for what i am worth, to have but this sight, of seeing far an wide... Edinburgh... the only city whereby i refused the ingenuity of the compass... Firth of Forth...                 however welcome or unwelcome...     through to the backstreets of Dundee... and behind the history of Glen Cove... i cry... because Scotland is the only "convenience" of home know to me... a home, that is more... it's an ideal... an.... idea...    England can never be it... England could never be "it"... England was merely the handing over of Hong Kong under Blaire... it was the Labor government... the late 90s...               but Scotland was so much more... and will forever be more than just much more... had the heart eyes, it would see this thistle baron as for what i see it as... as i leave it, as i've left all prior palaces of my habitation... always the fonder memory, than a fond-of experience among the living...   may the dead serve the same exacting justice upon me, as i, among the living, revive them... back t life, and the knife of mortality's burdens... and us do our part, to part, with a hope of once more, congregating, in either a heaven, or a hell.
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Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 8:41 PM UTC
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an ode to Scotland
what happens when you're the sole male in a supermarket, filled by females, cashiers, and the customers... you walk in, you walk out, which is not as bad as being intimidated by nine prostitutes while you wait your turn.. you walk in, and then you walk out... with aud lang syne booming from your ears... (i kannie **** cry at tje track.. mountains man... just mountains... i kannie not cry... or forget that i danced the Kayleigh without donning the kilt) o heart o thistle... o my dear earned hands, to hand over the land worth of till and toil... my own and sole wish...    that Scotland take my heart and gives unto it... bloom... once upon the cobbled stones of the Royal Mile... then upon the dawn of day, upon Arthur's Seat... for what i am worth, to have but this sight, of seeing far an wide... Edinburgh... the only city whereby i refused the ingenuity of the compass... Firth of Forth...                 however welcome or unwelcome...     through to the backstreets of Dundee... and behind the history of Glen Cove... i cry... because Scotland is the only "convenience" of home know to me... a home, that is more... it's an ideal... an.... idea...    England can never be it... England could never be "it"... England was merely the handing over of Hong Kong under Blaire... it was the Labor government... the late 90s...               but Scotland was so much more... and will forever be more than just much more... had the heart eyes, it would see this thistle baron as for what i see it as... as i leave it, as i've left all prior palaces of my habitation... always the fonder memory, than a fond-of experience among the living...   may the dead serve the same exacting justice upon me, as i, among the living, revive them... back t life, and the knife of mortality's burdens... and us do our part, to part, with a hope of once more, congregating, in either a heaven, or a hell.
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Kleurlose reënboog draai binne diepste Ongesiene vanuit donkerste draai vanuit swart Sonder om te verfraai word sowaar eers minste Volkleurspektrum vloei langsaam oppad na hart Briljante rooi illumineer oranje geel en groen Kannie wag vir die skitter verskyn *** van goud Bestraal spier deur die verhewe wit spektraal Hierdie krag straal mag maak klein benoud Kannie begin verwoord minder vertaal Vertrou die vloei maak bloei onstoflik stout Besig om jou verlede en toekoms te herskryf Einste imponderabele elektriese, elektriese spiraal!
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Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 5:08 AM UTC
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Imponderabele Elektriese Spiraal
Kleurlose reënboog draai binne diepste Ongesiene vanuit donkerste draai vanuit swart Sonder om te verfraai word sowaar eers minste Volkleurspektrum vloei langsaam oppad na hart Briljante rooi illumineer oranje geel en groen Kannie wag vir die skitter verskyn *** van goud Bestraal spier deur die verhewe wit spektraal Hierdie krag straal mag maak klein benoud Kannie begin verwoord minder vertaal Vertrou die vloei maak bloei onstoflik stout Besig om jou verlede en toekoms te herskryf Einste imponderabele elektriese, elektriese spiraal!
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