There was this old dawg from Japan,
who thought his left arm was a ham.
He salted it lightly
and took out a bitey
and screamed for some more as he ran.

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There was this young girl from the stars,
who stopped for some pudding on Mars.
The more that she ate,
the more she lost weight
until all that was left was her ****.

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I knew a young duck called magoo,
who liked to spend time at the zoo,
when the lion escaped,
he put on his cape
and fed everyone carnivore stew.

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There once was a girl called Cherise,
who befriended a flock of white geese.
They taught her to fly,
and as years passed by,
she grew feathers, two wings and a beak.

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You know the inventor called Einstein?
He once had beer with his eisbein....
A rock n Roll pout
soon formed on his snout
and now he listens to Rammstein.

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This­ ninja loved his katana-
he used it to cut through bananas,
one wicked night
he slipped with a fright
and cut off is head in the drama.

bein' alone with my thoughts, that’s my own personal hell
no wonder mom and dad convinced I need professional help
meanwhile, the air’s getting staler, sicker than Vlad the Impaler
this girl is fit like she's tailored, and I just want to impale her
and nail her and maybe regale her with a tale or two,
a sick and sordid affair, yeah that’s the tale of my youth
harried and scared of the truth, and very wary of you
unfairly comparing myself to Mr. Magoo
what it do, baby boo, hoo, you need to quit crying kid
it's not like you grew up poor or surrounded by violence,
my right mind, I can’t find it, the shine, my memory’s blinded
I forgot what my line is, I need to be reminded
another day goes by, sidesteppin' the pain
count the hours, that’s another 24 down the drain
that’s just more of the same, steadily losing my way
riding the pines like a veteran who just lost his game
call me Juwan Howard, call me Tracy McGrady,
call me a coward, I’m exactly as the Lord made me
this is what the world made me, a shady container
of creativity and malice and lust and anger and talent
and flesh and blood, I’m a man with no plans, and too much time
on his hands, that’s a bad mix, dangerous equation,
temporary high, always chasing that elation
sick of being patient, and putting up with this fake ****
I’m packing my bags and making my way to the station
need to increase my concentration if I’m ever gonna make it
take it one step at a time, this ain’t no nickel and dime
I’m already this dope and not even close to my prime yet

I used to look like a famous person,
And I swear I really still do.
I started out looking like Dagwood
And now I resemble Mister Magoo.
On a fairly regular basis
I had to shave my face
And gripe about it as I did; now
There are hairs all over the place.

Oh, I remember times quite well
I used to bend to pick up a coin.
Then quickly stand right up again.
Now it causes pain in my groin.

I’d stand before the mirror, I’d
Spend much time combing my hair.
It had to look lush and thick
Now it’s gone, so I no longer care.
Because my forehead has grown
Much longer than my tresses.
I no longer have to worry
About any tangled messes.

I used to be able to eat
Anything put before me
But now I have to watch
What I munch on carefully.
Some things bind me,
And stop all activity,
And some things make me
Take ***** trips frequently.

I’d ***** about this aging stuff
But I have learned not to whine
Because I am still around.
So, longevity is mine.
Some people ridicule me
Because I walk slowly
I tell them I hope they can walk
When they are as old as me.

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Wayne Dyer praised Margaret ****** who wrote: "We should hire three or four colored ministers, preferably with social-service backgrounds, and with engaging personalities. The most successful educational approach to the ***** is through a religious appeal. We don't want the word to go out that we want to exterminate the ***** population, and the minister is the man who can straighten out that idea if it ever occurs to any of their more rebellious members." – Margaret ******'s December 19, 1939 letter to Dr. Clarence Gamble, 255 Adams Street, Milton, Massachusetts. Original source: Sophia Smith Collection, Smith College, North Hampton, Massachusetts. Also described in Linda Gordon's "Woman's Body, Woman's Right: A Social History of Birth Control in America," New York: Grossman Publishers, 1976.

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Wayne Dyer praised Maya Angelou. Maya Angelou wrote of being a *******, a ******* madam, a communist and a lesbian. She hustled for racist/State eugenicist Margaret ******'s Planned Parenthood. Margaret ****** referred to negroes as human weeds. Planned Parenthood kills 1,400 unborn negroes daily. Maya Angelou supported the South African husband/wife terrorist team of Nelson & Winnie Mandela.

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Dyer taught Alfred Kinsey's sexology, the same Kinsey who, with & his merry band of pedophiles & pederasts (funded by the Rockefeller Foundation), manually & ****** brought to "******" kids as young as 2 months old. Surely, ****** babies is bad but not really so bad as it has provided priceless insight into understanding the psychology of infants and their ****** responses when reamed, digitally sodomized & ****** fellated by men. The crapped-out charlatan Wayne Dyer was an amoral beast. People who eulogize this blood-lusting crackpot should bow their balding, bleached heads in shame. By the end, at the time of the end, in ending times, all will be revealed.
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Wayne Dyer praised Nelson Mandela. THE MAJORITY OF NELSON MANDELA'S & THE A.N.C.'S VICTIMS WERE ORDINARY CITIZENS AS NELSON MANDELA'S A.N.C. TARGETED PLACES WHERE FAMILIES WERE SURE TO BE:
☒ 1981 -- 2 car bombs at Durban showrooms
☒ 1983 -- Church Street Bomb (killed 19, wounded 217)
☒ 1984 -- Durban car bomb (killed 5, wounded 27)
☒ 1985-1987 -- At least 150 landmines on farm roads (killed 125)
☒ 1985 -- Amanzimtoti Sanlam shopping centre bomb Dec 23 (killed 2 white women and 3 white children)
☒ 1986 -- Magoo's Bar bomb (killed 3, wounded 69)
☒ 1986 -- Newcastle Court bomb (wounded 24)
☒ 1987 -- Johannesburg Court bomb (killed 3, wounded 10)
☒ 1987 -- Wits command centre car bomb (killed 1, wounded 68)
☒ 1988 -- Johannesburg video arcade (killed 1 unborn baby, wounded 10)
☒ 1988 -- Roodepoort bank bomb (killed 4, wounded 18)
☒ 1988 -- Pretoria Police housing unit, 2 bombs (wounded 3)
☒ 1988 -- Magistrate's Court bomb (killed 3)
☒ 1988 -- Benoni Wimpy Bar bomb (killed 1, wounded 56)
☒ 1988 -- Witbank shopping centre bomb (killed 2, wounded 42)
☒ 1988 -- Ellis Park Rugby Stadium car bomb (killed 2, wounded 37)
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☒ 1981 -- 2 car bombs at Durban showrooms
☒ 1983 -- Church Street Bomb (killed 19, wounded 217)
☒ 1984 -- Durban car bomb (killed 5, wounded 27)
☒ 1985-1987 -- At least 150 landmines on farm roads (killed 125)
☒ 1985 -- Amanzimtoti Sanlam shopping centre bomb Dec 23 (killed 2 white women and 3 white children)
☒ 1986 -- Magoo's Bar bomb (killed 3, wounded 69)
☒ 1986 -- Newcastle Court bomb (wounded 24)
☒ 1987 -- Johannesburg Court bomb (killed 3, wounded 10)
☒ 1987 -- Wits command centre car bomb (killed 1, wounded 68)
☒ 1988 -- Johannesburg video arcade (killed 1 unborn baby, wounded 10)
☒ 1988 -- Roodepoort bank bomb (killed 4, wounded 18)
☒ 1988 -- Pretoria Police housing unit, 2 bombs (wounded 3)
☒ 1988 -- Magistrate's Court bomb (killed 3)
☒ 1988 -- Benoni Wimpy Bar bomb (killed 1, wounded 56)
☒ 1988 -- Witbank shopping centre bomb (killed 2, wounded 42)
☒ 1988 -- Ellis Park Rugby Stadium car bomb (killed 2, wounded 37)

What do Vintage and Antique have in common?
Here’s a clue, a Hound Bus with a yesteryear start
So the clue wasn’t any help you say
It’s the Greyhound Mack Bus 1931
The Front could be considered something from the Ford Model-T
So since the secret is out, and you now know what I am talking about
There were many variations of the 1931 Mack, but some with my liking is the Camel Hair seat and even a little Seat in the middle of the aisle for a little Tot

But Dazzle in the sleek Navy Blue and White
The 1931 Mack is quite a sight
It has a unique look
Imagine Mr. MAGOO calling the Hound Bus Mack 1931 a road hog
But the Mack’s response would be “My Headlights flashing in stating never forget as it is a Vintage in the Greyhound Fleet”
Now that is really neat
But I have seen the 1931 Mack Hound Bus up close and personal
It was 2014 at the Meadowlands in New Jersey celebrating Greyhound’s 100th Anniversary and the 1931 Mack was exactly the way it was always pictured
But wait, there’s more
I have a Toy Model of the Mack 1931 Bus Burlington Trailways in my Personal Bus Collection, and it is made out of Plywood and the Greyhound 1931  Dieast
Well time really moved fast, and our journey did last
As a Buddy to Buddy would say, “So long Mack”.

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Wayne Dyer praised Margaret ****** who wrote: "We should hire three or four colored ministers, preferably with social-service backgrounds, and with engaging personalities. The most successful educational approach to the ***** is through a religious appeal. We don't want the word to go out that we want to exterminate the ***** population, and the minister is the man who can straighten out that idea if it ever occurs to any of their more rebellious members." – Margaret ******'s December 19, 1939 letter to Dr. Clarence Gamble, 255 Adams Street, Milton, Massachusetts. Original source: Sophia Smith Collection, Smith College, North Hampton, Massachusetts. Also described in Linda Gordon's "Woman's Body, Woman's Right: A Social History of Birth Control in America," New York: Grossman Publishers, 1976.

✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪
Wayne Dyer praised Maya Angelou. Maya Angelou wrote of being a *******, a ******* madam, a communist and a lesbian. She hustled for racist/State eugenicist Margaret ******'s Planned Parenthood. Margaret ****** referred to negroes as human weeds. Planned Parenthood kills 1,400 unborn negroes daily. Maya Angelou supported the South African husband/wife terrorist team of Nelson & Winnie Mandela.

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Dyer taught Alfred Kinsey's sexology, the same Kinsey who, with & his merry band of pedophiles & pederasts (funded by the Rockefeller Foundation), manually & ****** brought to "******" kids as young as 2 months old. Surely, ****** babies is bad but not really so bad as it has provided priceless insight into understanding the psychology of infants and their ****** responses when reamed, digitally sodomized & ****** fellated by men. The crapped-out charlatan Wayne Dyer was an amoral beast. People who eulogize this blood-lusting crackpot should bow their balding, bleached heads in shame. By the end, at the time of the end, in ending times, all will be revealed.
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Wayne Dyer praised Nelson Mandela. THE MAJORITY OF NELSON MANDELA'S & THE A.N.C.'S VICTIMS WERE ORDINARY CITIZENS AS NELSON MANDELA'S A.N.C. TARGETED PLACES WHERE FAMILIES WERE SURE TO BE:
☒ 1981 -- 2 car bombs at Durban showrooms
☒ 1983 -- Church Street Bomb (killed 19, wounded 217)
☒ 1984 -- Durban car bomb (killed 5, wounded 27)
☒ 1985-1987 -- At least 150 landmines on farm roads (killed 125)
☒ 1985 -- Amanzimtoti Sanlam shopping centre bomb Dec 23 (killed 2 white women and 3 white children)
☒ 1986 -- Magoo's Bar bomb (killed 3, wounded 69)
☒ 1986 -- Newcastle Court bomb (wounded 24)
☒ 1987 -- Johannesburg Court bomb (killed 3, wounded 10)
☒ 1987 -- Wits command centre car bomb (killed 1, wounded 68)
☒ 1988 -- Johannesburg video arcade (killed 1 unborn baby, wounded 10)
☒ 1988 -- Roodepoort bank bomb (killed 4, wounded 18)
☒ 1988 -- Pretoria Police housing unit, 2 bombs (wounded 3)
☒ 1988 -- Magistrate's Court bomb (killed 3)
☒ 1988 -- Benoni Wimpy Bar bomb (killed 1, wounded 56)
☒ 1988 -- Witbank shopping centre bomb (killed 2, wounded 42)
☒ 1988 -- Ellis Park Rugby Stadium car bomb (killed 2, wounded 37)
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When your trying to hook up and your told your not their type
I'm not quite sure what this means it's just pretentious tripe
I really do not understand what is everybody's gripe
The concept of a certain type its all contentious hype
What's the difference when your frisky and your sexually ripe
And all you want to do is get between that  furry stripe
Licking your moist *** bits, fingered with a rub and wipe
To achieve the height of ecstasy and excite your fleshy pipe.

If your logically minded then surely there's just two
Ones with inner **** holes, and cocky ones that *****
There is just men and women isn't this just true
It's a simple concept I thought that everybody knew
As far as I'm aware there's no one green or blue
But maybe if your on the ball then you'll be right on cue
Unless you're simple minded and you don't have ******* a clue
Or am I just not seeing it like that old Mr Magoo

Okay you could argue that some fellows like a ****
Or certain ladies prefer their *** underneath a girlie frock
Some people that swing both ways both sexes they don't block
And people who like old and mature this I would not mock.
Maybe you like sleek body's and your mind is in a lock
Or fat obese and overweight, an old fat saggy sock
Personally I go one way Like the hands on a straight clock
But I don't really see the difference this may come as a great shock

So next time someone fancy's you then just you stop and think
If you really want a **** then you give them a wink.
If you want a nice stiff one inside your **** mink
Open your legs apart and they'll **** the bit that's pink
If your into arses then that's the place they'll sink
Its really all the same when you release your ****** ink
So don't be single minded or you will probably stink
There's truly only two types, just don't be the weakest link

Equals twenty one thirty 22:30 military time
future time traveler looks back one century ago,
oceanic waterways overladen with green slime,
yours truly attempted crafting id est feeble rhyme
far from madding crowd, nevertheless yet lovely
bones and flesh quite spry, still considered prime
(moost procreative, prodigious, and progressive)

stage, since (case ye didn't know) approximately
eight score orbitz round Earth's sun still noontime
chronologically analogous to protracted lunchtime
whereat the average offspring jetson or (daughter)
can be sweet as apple pie or sour as lemon or lime
cell metabolism catalytic converter courtesy enzyme
routine medical procedure costs about one dime.

Me - born fifty nine years into twentieth century alive
eight score and three years secret condiment iz chive
and well (still hashtagged as precocious) with drive
to safely, sidestep, and surmount establishmentarian
archaic, formulaic, and mosaic Judaic/Christian hive
found synchronicity within Unitarian Church more so
parents introduced dogmatic, ethic, fundamentalistic
jargonistic, kinetic, linguistic, pluralistic, quixotic I've
discovered compatibility with non religious teaching

wry master of words (me) take poetic license to jive
reasonably rhyming nope heart tickle early misthrive
moost definitely ***** deeds done dirt cheap (trick)
super tramping space cowboy lobbing power-drive
re: frequently innocent prelapsarian double entendre
(Jean Jacques Rousseau) Noble Savage he doth strive
even though hanky panky tinged entire his/her story,
**** sapiens animal husbandry hastily did wive.

Formalities encompass chalice lighting ma yoyo
wing liberal Democratic political bent embraces XO
shorthand for virtual affectionate charisma minister
Reverend Margret O'Neal imparts open greeting
congregation Sunday at ten thirty AM courtesy zoom
bajillion years after proto humans experienced woe
countless figurative early Brady bunched bro doggie
dimples encountered necessity to escape cohabitation
(marital covenant alien), yet quasi marital brouhaha
ofttimes witnessed altercation begetting re: thorough
out baby with bath water phenomena, which literal
cruel fate heavily peppered past (mine) accounting

lamely explaining Pink Floyd momentary status quo
upended accompanied courtesy lapse of reason no
definitive evidence to substantiate claim, yet I know
without shadowed doubt every friggin forebear (***
pining to savor manumission, versus cotton pickin)
back breaking stoop labor think indentured escrow
harking back to days of our lives (mainly bonobo
nasty, short and brutus creatures millenniums ago
unsung simian kindred beings suffering figurative
ruffled horse feathers nsync with bird in hand dodo

which latter species long extinct (as Dutch good eats)
now non sequitur (sea quitter) mine homeboys/girls
comprising Harris eventual clan (of craven lionized
"scapegoats" set genealogical precedent, and grew
some real winners gentiles, who commingled and
intermarried, and united proudly to kvetch as Jew)
eventually acquiring redeeming qualities conveniently
best caricatured as features exhibited by Mister MaGoo
invariably dear reader "fake" anecdote ye will poo poo
as well how storied and fabled coronavirus (COVID-19)
medical technicians reference quaint pandemic setting

figurative global stage brethren and sistern microbes
made webbed, wide world wish for said good ole days
cuz, communiqué done being crafted about six hours
marine hated, armies of beastie boys slain 2122 yahoo
the darndest, latest microscopic bugaboo nearly slew
entire population, hence envision terra firma with
divine providence absolute zero people as edenic
provenance (metaphorically offering tabula rasa view.

I exhibit health and virility at one hundred and
64 years astride planet earth, whereby spouse,
(who remained married to yours truly for about
one century – which elapsed in blink of an eye)
long since gave up the ghost, which found me
receptive to possible mission to date women
(strong of body, mind, and spirit with frontier
spirit) young enough to be my granddaughter.  

Circa December 4th, 2123, or 1212 military time,
yours truly attempted crafting id est feeble rhyme
far from madding crowd, nevertheless yet lovely
bones and flesh quite spry, still considered prime
(moost procreative, prodigious, and progressive)
stage, since (case ye didn't know) approximately
eight score orbitz round Earth's sun still noontime
chronologically analogous to protracted lunchtime
whereat the average offspring jetson or (daughter)

Born twenty three years into twenty second century alive
and well (still hashtagged as precocious) with drive
to safely, sidestep, and surmount establishmentarian
archaic, formulaic, and mosaic Judaic/Christian give
wry master of words (me) take poetic license to jive
reasonably rhyming nope heart tickle early misthrive
moost definitely ***** deeds done dirt cheap (trick)
super tramping space cowboy lobbing power-drive
re: frequently innocent prelapsarian double entendre
(Jean Jacques Rousseau) Noble Savage he doth strive
even though hanky panky tinged entire his/her story,
**** sapiens animal husbandry hastily did wive.

Bajillion years after proto humans experienced woe
countless figurative early Brady bunched bro doggie
dimples encountered necessity to escape cohabitation
(marital covenant alien), yet quasi marital brouhaha
ofttimes witnessed altercation begetting re: thorough
out baby with bath water phenomena, which literal
cruel fate heavily peppered past (mine) accounting
lamely explaining Pink Floyd momentary status quo
upended accompanied courtesy lapse of reason no

definitive evidence to substantiate claim, yet I know
without shadowed doubt every friggin forebear (***
pining to savor manumission, versus cotton pickin)
back breaking stoop labor think indentured escrow
harking back to days of our lives (mainly bonobo
nasty, short and brutus creatures millenniums ago
unsung simian kindred beings suffering figurative
ruffled horse feathers nsync with bird in hand dodo
which latter species long extinct (as Dutch good eats)

now non sequitur (sea quitter) mine homeboys/girls
comprising Harris eventual clan (of craven lionized
"scapegoats" set genealogical precedent, and grew
some real winners gentiles, who commingled and
intermarried, and united proudly to kvetch as Jew)
eventually acquiring redeeming qualities conveniently
best caricatured as features exhibited by Mister MaGoo
invariably dear reader "fake" anecdote ye will poo poo
as well how storied and fabled coronavirus (COVID-19)

medical technicians reference quaint pandemic setting
figurative global stage brethren and sistern microbes
made webbed, wide world wish for said good ole days
cuz, communique done being crafted about six hours
marine hated, armies of beastie boys slain 2123 yahoo
the darndest, latest microscopic bugaboo nearly slew
entire population, hence envision terra firma with
divine providence absolute zero people as edenic
provenance (metaphorically offering tabula rasa view.

The following poem tweaked
courtesy original author who crafted
literary endeavor some couple years ago.

Now circa August 20th, 2122,
or 1930 military time,
yours truly attempted
drafting id est feeble rhyme
far from madding crowd,
nevertheless yet lovely
bones and flesh quite spry,
still considered prime
moost procreative, prodigious,
professorial and progressive

stage coach, since he capitalized
palsied belles-lettres
(case ye didn't know) approximately
eight score plus orbitz round
Earth's sun still noontime
chronologically - analogous
to protracted lunchtime,
whereat in summer re:
an average offspring royal
jetson or judicious daughter

born twenty two years
into twenty second century alive
and well (still hashtagged
as precocious) with drive
to safely, sidestep,
and surmount establishmentarian
archaic, formulaic, and
mosaic Judaic/Christian give
wry master of words (me)
take poetic license to jive
reasonably rhyming nope
heart tickle early bird misthrive

moost definitely ***** deeds
done dirt cheap (trick)
super tramping space
cowboy hobbing lobbying power-drive
re: frequently innocent
prelapsarian double entendre
(Jean Jacques Rousseau)
Noble Savage he doth strive
even though hanky panky
tinged entire his/her story,
**** sapiens animal husbandry
hastily did (oh Henry) wive.

Bajillion years after
proto humans experienced woe
countless figurative early
Brady bunched bro doggie
dimples encountered necessity
to escape cohabitation
(marital covenant alien),
yet quasi unbridled brouhaha
ofttimes witnessed altercation
begetting re: thorough

out baby with
bath water phenomena, which literal
cruel fate heavily peppered past (mine,
piper who got quite petered out) accounting
lamely explaining Pink Floyd
momentary status quo
upended accompanied courtesy
lapse of reason no

definitive evidence to substantiate claim,
yet I know
without darkly shadowed doubt
every friggin forebear ***
pining to savor manumission,
versus cotton pickin
back breaking stoop labor
think indentured escrow
harking back as webbed wide world turns
to days of our lives mainly bonobo

nasty, short and brute
**** creatures millenniums ago
unsung bipedal simian
kindred beings suffering figurative
ruffled horse feathers nsync
with bird in hand dodo
which latter species
long extinct (as Dutch good eats)

now non sequitur (sea quitter)
mine homeboys/girls
comprising Harris eventual
clan of craven lionized
"scapegoats" set genealogical precedent,
and (fantastically grew
like nose of Pinocchio,
some real winners gentiles,
who commingled and
intermarried, and united proudly
to kvetch as Jew

eventually acquiring
redeeming qualities conveniently
best caricatured as features
exhibited by Mister MaGoo
invariably dear reader
"fake" anecdote ye will poo poo
as well how storied and fabled
coronavirus (COVID-19)

medical technicians reference
quaint pandemic setting
figurative global stage
brethren and cistern microbes
made webbed, wide world
wish for said good ole days
cuz, communique done
being crafted about six hours

marine hated, armies
of Linkin Park - foo fighting
beastie boys slayed 2122 yahoos,
the darndest, hastiest, latest,
paunchiest piloted
microscopic bugaboo nearly slew
entire population, hence
envision terra firma with
divine providence
absolute zero people as edenic
provenance metaphorically
offering tabula rasa view.

as Mr. Magoo, just a Joey
hiding in her kangaroo pouch. It's warm
inside. So, I don't venture out. I couldn't
see the lion coming. I danced to

the sound of a hummingbird humming.
Danger dressed in an Armani suit
and vest. Rode in a black satin
stallion, drinking his posse up

from a gallon. So near-sighted
I tripped over a cloud looking like
a castle from the ground. But my feet were
not in my shoes. My feet were dangling
in a sky of blues. Sweeping me up

in gale, tossing me in a garbage
pail full of rain, that today I lie in. Drinking
the pain. And in this darkness, I see the lion.
But I don't run. And I'm not hiding in the sun.

✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪✪ THE MAJORITY OF NELSON MANDELA'S & THE A.N.C.'S VICTIMS WERE ORDINARY CITIZENS AS NELSON MANDELA'S A.N.C. TARGETED PLACES WHERE FAMILIES WERE SURE TO BE:
☒ 1981 -- 2 car bombs at Durban showrooms
☒ 1983 -- Church Street Bomb (killed 19, wounded 217)
☒ 1984 -- Durban car bomb (killed 5, wounded 27)
☒ 1985-1987 -- At least 150 landmines on farm roads (killed 125)
☒ 1985 -- Amanzimtoti Sanlam shopping centre bomb Dec 23 (killed 2 white women and 3 white children)
☒ 1986 -- Magoo's Bar bomb (killed 3, wounded 69)
☒ 1986 -- Newcastle Court bomb (wounded 24)
☒ 1987 -- Johannesburg Court bomb (killed 3, wounded 10)
☒ 1987 -- Wits command centre car bomb (killed 1, wounded 68)
☒ 1988 -- Johannesburg video arcade (killed 1 unborn baby, wounded 10)
☒ 1988 -- Roodepoort bank bomb (killed 4, wounded 18)
☒ 1988 -- Pretoria Police housing unit, 2 bombs (wounded 3)
☒ 1988 -- Magistrate's Court bomb (killed 3)
☒ 1988 -- Benoni Wimpy Bar bomb (killed 1, wounded 56)
☒ 1988 -- Witbank shopping centre bomb (killed 2, wounded 42)
☒ 1988 -- Ellis Park Rugby Stadium car bomb (killed 2, wounded 37)
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I remember when we used to received free samples of new food and other free products to sample in the mail.

I remember three TV channels and only one black and white in the living room, with no remote. We didn't have an antenna. We'd have to call the TV repairman to come to the home put a new tube in the TV when it went out.

I remember TV Guide, when everyone looked forward to the new one every week.

I remember when you had to have a license for your bike


I remember party lines on the telephone

I remember when we had to run to the bakery, the deli, the butcher, the greeting card store, hardware store and the  grocery when we were getting ready for a birthday party. It took all day to prepare.

I remember Christmas parties in school and we had an aluminum tree with a color wheel.

The Lennon Sisters, I listened to all their Christmas Music and watched them on the Lawrence Welk Show.

Lawrence Welk

Guy Lombardo's New Years count down.

I remember when the girls had to wear dresses and the boys had to wear a dress shirt  and pants  to school.

I remember when the boys and girls were not allowed to play together on the playground.

The schools used to supply green and white striped one piece zip up gym uniforms.

We always used to wear white cotton gloves, we always went out looking our very best.

On our report card we used to be graded  in citizenship, (being nice to your fellow man)

I used to know the number to call our own phone to test it to see if it would ring. You'd call the number, hang up and it would ring you'd pick it up and you knew your phone worked.

Used to be able to use five numbers to call on the phone with in your own city.

I remember when you could hang up the phone on someone and the phone would not disconnect if they didn't also hang up.

I remember when we didn't have to use zip codes

I remember Ice Cream socials and chili Suppers at our schools.

I remember Mamie Eisenhower's signature color pink washer and dryers that we had in our home. I also remember the pink tile
that was all over our bathroom walls.

I remember having milk delivered in glass bottles to an insulated square metal box with a lid on our front steps.

I remember listening to CBS Mystery Radio theater on Sunday nights.

I remember School lunches being read on the radio before school every day.

I remember Casey Kasem Sunday music countdowns.

and .10 ice cream cones from the Dairy Queen.

My mother used to make all my clothes.

I remember  8 Track Tape players, Transistor radios and Reel to Reels, Super 8 movie cameras, and movie projectors, and my first polaroid camera.

Dropping off a roll of film, or a movie reel and wait for several weeks before we got it back in the mail.

I remember S&H Green Stamps and going to buy furniture or TV's at the store.

I remember when all the stores were closed on Sundays and every holiday.
I remember when TV went off and midnight and came back on at 6 am.
I remember when drivers ed was in school and we sat in driving simulators

Christmas Clubs that the bank offered so you could save your money throughout the year for Christmas.

There were no malls, you'd have to walk up and down the sidewalks to buy what you wanted.

Cigarette Machines in the hotel lobby

25 cent telephone calls from a telephone booth

.45 pack of cigarettes

Danner's 5 and Dime, real fresh and hot thinly sliced roast beef sandwiches served with a bowl of fresh hot chili.

Tin star Restaurant that served the best roast beef sandwiches, before Arby's . They had booths inside of jail cells you could sit in

Used to watch Popeye The Sailor man, Mr. Magoo, Felix the Cat, Road Runner.

Jack LaLane's exercise program
Julia Child's cooking program

I remember when there were automatic horse rides outside of the grocery store. You'd put a quarter in and your child could sit on it and ride for a minute.

Betamax and VHS machines
Reel to Reels
Howard Cosell
Jackie Gleason (and away we go) To the moon alice! bang zoom
wing dings

Bob Hope, Milton Burle (Uncle Milte) Jack Lemon, Danny Thomas, Jack Benny, Lucille Ball, Carol Burnett

The Rat Pack

THE MAJORITY OF NELSON MANDELA & THE A.N.C.'S VICTIMS WERE ORDINARY CITIZENS AS NELSON MANDELA'S A.N.C. TARGETED PLACES WHERE FAMILIES WERE SURE TO BE:
☒ 1981 -- 2 car bombs at Durban showrooms
☒ 1983 -- Church Street Bomb (killed 19, wounded 217)
☒ 1984 -- Durban car bomb (killed 5, wounded 27)
☒ 1985-1987 -- At least 150 landmines on farm roads (killed 125)
☒ 1985 -- Amanzimtoti Sanlam shopping centre bomb Dec 23 (killed 2 white women and 3 white children)
☒ 1986 -- Magoo's Bar bomb (killed 3, wounded 69)
☒ 1986 -- Newcastle Court bomb (wounded 24)
☒ 1987 -- Johannesburg Court bomb (killed 3, wounded 10)
☒ 1987 -- Wits command centre car bomb (killed 1, wounded 68)
☒ 1988 -- Johannesburg video arcade (killed 1 unborn baby, wounded 10)
☒ 1988 -- Roodepoort bank bomb (killed 4, wounded 18)
☒ 1988 -- Pretoria Police housing unit, 2 bombs (wounded 3)
☒ 1988 -- Magistrate's Court bomb (killed 3)
☒ 1988 -- Benoni Wimpy Bar bomb (killed 1, wounded 56)
☒ 1988 -- Witbank shopping centre bomb (killed 2, wounded 42)
☒ 1988 -- Ellis Park Rugby Stadium car bomb (killed 2, wounded 37)

Trump is said to have begun referring
to Jeff Sessions in private as Mr. Magoo

I describe, suddenly feeling scared
and tried to summon sense and sensibility
after scrambling to stand upright
with all my might.

Otherwise titled
recalling taking a fall
about five years ago
ala Humpty Dumpty impersonation
(and nearly cracking me noggin),
think the character
in an English nursery rhyme
opened to countless interpretations,
even resorting to ask
"ChatGPT, to finish
the Humpty Dumpty poem... Oh god..."
which complete computer generated
and visible at the following website:
https://www.reddit.com/r/ChatGPT/comments/1eiu34j/chatgptfinishthehumptydumptypoemoh_god/?rdt=57502#:~:text=Here's%20the%20original%20rhyme%20with,confess­ed%20to%20a%20sinister%20bite.

As told once upon time helloo
from me matt chew
most previous poem ugh goo,
viz freak accident found ninety
degree angled desk corner (ewe
might not bull heave)
rammed, impaled, fricasseed
smack dab skew
whirred spitting out
fluid on rotisserie

preparatory for stew
right side rib cage
quite agonizing boo boo
intermittent pain analogous
to dull stabbing
finds yours truly nsync with moo
wing cow word le lion hoo
ping to schedule medical appointment
come thee morrow,
this klutz he did brew,

or maybe ghastly conspiracy
courtesy Spiro Agnew
hmm... possibly global warming
ha... puff... imagine dragon
retracting dagger type,
claws, and opening jaws of steel
eyeing thyself as main course on menu
damning self, aye packed
especially when standing askew
(hunched over tying laces re: shoe)

struck by poison arrow unleashed
no Inca ling how
indigenous people of Peru
found their way linkedin
with this Yahoo,
he swiftly strayed
outside Gulliver's travels
into good n plenti boulevard
of broken dreams

essentially, one direction avenue
mixed within gibberish goulash stew
wing conglomeration
******* courtesy "fake" parvenue
he haint goat noah idea nary a blues clue
for aforementioned stream
of consciousness and drew
whatever came to his mind - toodle loo.
Adieu... from mister MaGoo.

All we have left is a photograph
Where memories live, where shadows last.
Bell-bottom jeans with embroidered patch,
“Magoo” stitched neat on the pocket flap.

A smile wide beneath round-framed glasses,
A knit cap perched as each moment passes.
A snapshot kept so time won’t erase
The lines of love etched in his face.

My uncle’s shadow, soft and thin
Rests on my cheeks, my chin, my grin.
My auntie says I’m much like you,
With kindness clear in all I do.

You left too soon, a fleeting spark,
But I hold you still within my heart.
Though years have flown and time has passed,
The McKenny name and love will last.

In the town of York, Maine,
on these two acres,
stood the house my grandfather built
for my grandmother—
the MicMac.

As a child, I played with my sister and brother,
while my mother and grandmother bustled about:
rooms to clean, linens to wash,
the clothesline filled with sheets
drying in the summer breeze.

Grampy’s lawn tractor out back,
the Cadillac parked in front.
Family came together here—
we always knew the door was open.

This family business helped so many,
more than we will ever know.
Friends, aunts, uncles, cousins—
Grampy and Nanny Beagan.

A late-night knock on the door
delivered a message
we would never forget:
the loss of my Uncle Murray.
His memory stays
in my heart—
and on my chin.

Mary Ellen is there
as Nanny makes me an ice cream shake.
Grampy in his chair,
sipping a highball,
watching the evening news.

In Murray’s dresser,
I find his music albums—
and a pair of pants
with Magoo
embroidered on the back pocket.

A picture of Murray,
in a knit hat,
sitting with friends.

Mom and Dad are on their way to Florida.
Christine, Shannon, and I
are going to the MicMac.
Nanny always made me feel better
when I was sad without my parents.

When Mom was in the hospital,
Nanny and Grampy held us tight,
keeping our minds
from how much we missed her.

One October,
we moved into the MicMac.
Mom would run the motel
while Dad went off to work each day.

Those were good times—
with the Chick boys,
and Jeffrey next door.
There was always something to do,
a new world to explore.

We all grew up so fast,
as time passed us by.
Graduations, weddings, funerals—
we returned
to the MicMac.

Through the years,
it’s become hard
to live the life
the MicMac requires.
The days are long.
The bell will ring.
The grass will grow.

But I always hoped this day would come:
so Mom and Dad could walk away
with the pennies they earned,
and the time
to enjoy the life they deserve.

This place—
this MicMac—
has made us rich with love,
filled us with joy,
and given our family a home
only we can understand.

I will miss her.

But I am full—
with the love
that we all know
as MicMac.

Thank you, Gramps.
Thank you, Nanny.
Thank you, Mom and Dad.
Through your hard work and love,
you gave me
the riches of a lifetime.

I will never forget the MicMac.
Nor will I give back my key.