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Deaths Of 2013 My third year doing this. Paul Walker, Texas ranger, driving fast leads to danger. Matt Osbourne was Doink The Clown, Paul Bearer always wore a frown. Dennis Farina and James Gandolfini, always played a mobster meany. Peter O'Toole, famous actor, Prime Minister, Margaret Thatcher. President Nelson Mandela, Dennis Burkley, was a famous fat actor fella. Lou Reed, is now on the wild side, took all the colored girls for a ride. Conrad Bain and Bonnie Franklin, tv actors who had white skin. Paul Blair and Stan The Man, playing baseball, when they can. Marcia Wallace and Lisa Robin Kelly, both had ***** that bounced like jelly. Tom Clancy wrote famous books, not much on having good looks. Cory Montieth and Patti Page, one died young, other of old age. Jean Stapleton, was Edith Bunker, Archie always put her in the dumper. Pat Summerall and Deacon Jones, played football and broke some bones. Dr. Joyce Brothers and Pauline Phillips, they both gave good and bad tips. Ray Manzarek, from The Doors, Jeff Hanneman knew all Slayers chords. Chrissy Amphlett, liked to touch herself, Caleb Moore's trophies are on his shelf. Mindy McCready and George Jones, both hit those country tones. Chris Kelly from Kris Kross, Ed Koch is a New York loss. David Frost and Roger Ebert, always had words to insert. Anneitte Funicello from Mickey Mouse Club, Eydie Gorme almost got a snub. Jonathan Winters, was very funny, to come from Mork's egg, made him money. If you don't know who these people are, look them up, internet not very far. For the ones that I missed, please don't get to ******
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
Deaths Of 2013
Deaths Of 2013 My third year doing this. Paul Walker, Texas ranger, driving fast leads to danger. Matt Osbourne was Doink The Clown, Paul Bearer always wore a frown. Dennis Farina and James Gandolfini, always played a mobster meany. Peter O'Toole, famous actor, Prime Minister, Margaret Thatcher. President Nelson Mandela, Dennis Burkley, was a famous fat actor fella. Lou Reed, is now on the wild side, took all the colored girls for a ride. Conrad Bain and Bonnie Franklin, tv actors who had white skin. Paul Blair and Stan The Man, playing baseball, when they can. Marcia Wallace and Lisa Robin Kelly, both had ***** that bounced like jelly. Tom Clancy wrote famous books, not much on having good looks. Cory Montieth and Patti Page, one died young, other of old age. Jean Stapleton, was Edith Bunker, Archie always put her in the dumper. Pat Summerall and Deacon Jones, played football and broke some bones. Dr. Joyce Brothers and Pauline Phillips, they both gave good and bad tips. Ray Manzarek, from The Doors, Jeff Hanneman knew all Slayers chords. Chrissy Amphlett, liked to touch herself, Caleb Moore's trophies are on his shelf. Mindy McCready and George Jones, both hit those country tones. Chris Kelly from Kris Kross, Ed Koch is a New York loss. David Frost and Roger Ebert, always had words to insert. Anneitte Funicello from Mickey Mouse Club, Eydie Gorme almost got a snub. Jonathan Winters, was very funny, to come from Mork's egg, made him money. If you don't know who these people are, look them up, internet not very far. For the ones that I missed, please don't get to ******
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Hotshot Potshot Fool shot Cool shot No shot Yo shot Shot, shot, shot, shot Hey hotshot Can you tell me who’s the shot caller You’re lookin pretty dreamy Didn’t mean to be a meany Some things come so naturally Shots are ringing from your balcony So come on Romeo Take a *** shot Hotshot And Please tell me if I have a Shot, shot, shot, shot Hotshot You’re such a cool shot Badass You can call the shots You can shoot the shots You got the elevated status But, you ain’t got no action You always know what's going down You nowhere to be found Because you're the shot caller And I don’t have a shot Shot, shot, shot, shot Do i Do I Do I Hey, hotshot Can you see I’m down on my knees Beggin you please For a Shot, shot, shot, shot Hotshot You know I’m such a cool shot And this is so out of character for me Can’t you see I can see You’re laughing at me For being a fool shot Please tell me if I have a Shot, shot, shot, shot Hotshot Will I ever see you at my door Is this it Nothing more Looking pretty dreamy This time, promise Not to be a meany Please tell me if I have a Shot, shot, shot, shot Dale had a friend His name was shot Because he was Shot, shot, shot, shot Who lives and who dies Doesn’t matter when you’re a lifer You run the prison Make the decision That’s not, not, not, not what I mean Didn’t mean to be mean So please Won’t you tell me if I have a Shot, shot, shot, shot I’m down on my knees Beggin you please For a Shot, shot, shot, shot What I really mean is Who’s the shot caller What I really mean is Well I know I’m unrehearsed But quite well versed I think you’ll agree Always with me I’m never home alone Don’t pathologize Just Apologize For being such a **** **** **** I know I don’t know how But I’ll hold your hand And you can show me how Then I’ll quickly get off stage Before it goes to my head And all I want to do Is be a deadhead I mean it quite literally Always looking for meaning And that’s what I’m trying to say My reflection seems to inspire perfection And that’s not what I mean Seems I’m always ******* off everyone   With my off the cuff remarks That set off sparks And I think it’s quite a lark But, I’m the only one laughing So please tell me if I have a Shot, shot, shot, shot Before I’m Dead, dead, dead, dead Yo shot
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Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 11:43 AM UTC
Shot Caller
Hotshot Potshot Fool shot Cool shot No shot Yo shot Shot, shot, shot, shot Hey hotshot Can you tell me who’s the shot caller You’re lookin pretty dreamy Didn’t mean to be a meany Some things come so naturally Shots are ringing from your balcony So come on Romeo Take a *** shot Hotshot And Please tell me if I have a Shot, shot, shot, shot Hotshot You’re such a cool shot Badass You can call the shots You can shoot the shots You got the elevated status But, you ain’t got no action You always know what's going down You nowhere to be found Because you're the shot caller And I don’t have a shot Shot, shot, shot, shot Do i Do I Do I Hey, hotshot Can you see I’m down on my knees Beggin you please For a Shot, shot, shot, shot Hotshot You know I’m such a cool shot And this is so out of character for me Can’t you see I can see You’re laughing at me For being a fool shot Please tell me if I have a Shot, shot, shot, shot Hotshot Will I ever see you at my door Is this it Nothing more Looking pretty dreamy This time, promise Not to be a meany Please tell me if I have a Shot, shot, shot, shot Dale had a friend His name was shot Because he was Shot, shot, shot, shot Who lives and who dies Doesn’t matter when you’re a lifer You run the prison Make the decision That’s not, not, not, not what I mean Didn’t mean to be mean So please Won’t you tell me if I have a Shot, shot, shot, shot I’m down on my knees Beggin you please For a Shot, shot, shot, shot What I really mean is Who’s the shot caller What I really mean is Well I know I’m unrehearsed But quite well versed I think you’ll agree Always with me I’m never home alone Don’t pathologize Just Apologize For being such a **** **** **** I know I don’t know how But I’ll hold your hand And you can show me how Then I’ll quickly get off stage Before it goes to my head And all I want to do Is be a deadhead I mean it quite literally Always looking for meaning And that’s what I’m trying to say My reflection seems to inspire perfection And that’s not what I mean Seems I’m always ******* off everyone   With my off the cuff remarks That set off sparks And I think it’s quite a lark But, I’m the only one laughing So please tell me if I have a Shot, shot, shot, shot Before I’m Dead, dead, dead, dead Yo shot
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drink pour drink lacking love I sink swimming in the pink my soul is stretching for the leek the thing I want I'm doomed to want if ever id had it, id have at least lost but never at all not for lack of trying meany a time offered out to be cried in any time other its *** or its sin unlovable or am I looked down upon some god picked me to frown upon some life randomly to be shat upon unneeded my outdated satyricon Faust verily howbeit parfay whilom methinks maugre swoopstake twixt speed and sweven, swink eke teen mayhap afore alack fore fie clepe gardyloo thole whosoever sith wist whereof speed
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Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
**** the world
Step 1: Take a breather. Don't start going insane and terrorizing the city with chainsaws. That is in a later step. Go have a cup of tea. Calm. If you're cold go get a blanket. Think warm thoughts. Imagine you are on fire. Okay, actually never mind, don't do that. Step 2: Go back to your computer and hold down the off button until it completely shuts off. Step 3: Scream obscenities at your laptop, kick it and drop it off the roof. Step 4: Wonder why it isn't turning on. Step 5: Call your second cousin twice removed's best friend's dogsitter's guitar teacher's Polish-speaking doctor who lives in Germany. Ask him for help. Apologize for thinking she was a man and explain the ****** hair in the pictures and her extremely deep voice were misleading. Say hello a couple times into the receiver before accepting she has hung up on you. Step 6: Send your second cousin twice removed's best friend's dogsitter's guitar teacher's Polish-speaking doctor who lives in Germany a basket of muffins with a heartfelt apology note written in Korean, to prove you are multi-cultural. Step 7: Hug your computer and stroke it creepily whispering: Awwww who’s a good laptop? Step 8: Dump a bucket of water on your computer when it STILL doesn’t turn on. That’ll teach it. Step 9: Cry about your hair not being shiny enough. Get distracted by a butterfly. Wonder why there is a butterfly in the middle of the arctic. Wonder why you are in the arctic and how you got there. Step 10: Feed your stupid meany-pants laptop to a polar bear. Step 11: RUN in terror from the hungry polar bear with indigestion that you have just ****** off. Step 12: Get your chainsaw and go terrorize the nearest village. Step 13: Send that village a basket of muffins and a heart-felt apology note written in gibberish so they are impressed by the fact that you are fluent in Gibberish. (OPTIONAL STEP 14: Send that polar bear a basket of muffins. Just to be nice.)
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC
How to deal with a frozen computer when you are trying to access Hello Poetry
Step 1: Take a breather. Don't start going insane and terrorizing the city with chainsaws. That is in a later step. Go have a cup of tea. Calm. If you're cold go get a blanket. Think warm thoughts. Imagine you are on fire. Okay, actually never mind, don't do that. Step 2: Go back to your computer and hold down the off button until it completely shuts off. Step 3: Scream obscenities at your laptop, kick it and drop it off the roof. Step 4: Wonder why it isn't turning on. Step 5: Call your second cousin twice removed's best friend's dogsitter's guitar teacher's Polish-speaking doctor who lives in Germany. Ask him for help. Apologize for thinking she was a man and explain the ****** hair in the pictures and her extremely deep voice were misleading. Say hello a couple times into the receiver before accepting she has hung up on you. Step 6: Send your second cousin twice removed's best friend's dogsitter's guitar teacher's Polish-speaking doctor who lives in Germany a basket of muffins with a heartfelt apology note written in Korean, to prove you are multi-cultural. Step 7: Hug your computer and stroke it creepily whispering: Awwww who’s a good laptop? Step 8: Dump a bucket of water on your computer when it STILL doesn’t turn on. That’ll teach it. Step 9: Cry about your hair not being shiny enough. Get distracted by a butterfly. Wonder why there is a butterfly in the middle of the arctic. Wonder why you are in the arctic and how you got there. Step 10: Feed your stupid meany-pants laptop to a polar bear. Step 11: RUN in terror from the hungry polar bear with indigestion that you have just ****** off. Step 12: Get your chainsaw and go terrorize the nearest village. Step 13: Send that village a basket of muffins and a heart-felt apology note written in gibberish so they are impressed by the fact that you are fluent in Gibberish. (OPTIONAL STEP 14: Send that polar bear a basket of muffins. Just to be nice.)
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Deep in the jungle, where there was no light The tree’s were swaying for there was a fight Flora and Fauna the greatest of all Hadn’t been called to the jungle ball Flora now was a beauty but also a great ,boon to humanity Fauna there was not so pretty, but she was real meany Fauna said: This an offence I cannot handle You go Flora , let me curse a bundle.” “But you can come and take revenge with me just you should not betray me” said Fauna in a cunning voice “I not know, it’s your choice.” “Never will, I do so and you wait and see: How I am turned queen you little spoiled bee, the jungle is a beauty, I in charge you see you little meany I am Flora, Queen of the jungle, you cannot harm me ‘Well Well I gave you a chance, but you can’t dance I am taking you away somewhere, you never no where” and with that you see was a great flash and flora and fauna were burnt to ash There grew plants which were know to be flora and fauna, green and lush.
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Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC
Deep In The Jungle
Humid August Morning Packed in my mind lies, all betrayals of my past It shows on my face like a ****** mask Over the passing years nothing seems to change Not even my wore out tattoos nicknames, I seek answer; I search for peace,   I am caged, I am seized  With my innermost thoughts and convictions What’s my purpose, which one of my petals is going to fall now? Who’ going to step in and staged an intervention? I am caged, I am seized, I am so loving ****** Surrounded by happiness, laughter and some forgiveness Once again, here I am taking another summer test.   Open bars, aged faces, cold frosty Banks beers An islander tradition nothing changes, not even my tattoo nicknames, Bajan Yankee Caribbean Queen and Meany heartbreaker, However, when the laughter fades, and the music stop in the most romantic setting A black heart, a broken soul, makes old memories resurfaces; I see so much, I heard so much and I overthink so much about worldly things How can I not go back to the land of the flying fish? Or where the Bank beers are four for ten Or where the rooster wakes us up at the crack of dawn, where humble people just smiling and saying hello makes a different. The annoying mosquito buzzes under the protected nets Till I reach for a can of repellant with anger and yelled who’s next! I‘ve heard the annoying barks of the neighbor dogs The unsettling morning news, but nothing as soothing As watching a black bird singing in the apple trees. Speaking to the heart of the humans souls: Once again I am an Island Girl *See how the nature trees, flowers, grass grow in silence See the stars, the moon and the sun; we need to be able to touch souls*
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Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 10:17 AM UTC
I am Caged, I am Seized
Humid August Morning Packed in my mind lies, all betrayals of my past It shows on my face like a ****** mask Over the passing years nothing seems to change Not even my wore out tattoos nicknames, I seek answer; I search for peace,   I am caged, I am seized  With my innermost thoughts and convictions What’s my purpose, which one of my petals is going to fall now? Who’ going to step in and staged an intervention? I am caged, I am seized, I am so loving ****** Surrounded by happiness, laughter and some forgiveness Once again, here I am taking another summer test.   Open bars, aged faces, cold frosty Banks beers An islander tradition nothing changes, not even my tattoo nicknames, Bajan Yankee Caribbean Queen and Meany heartbreaker, However, when the laughter fades, and the music stop in the most romantic setting A black heart, a broken soul, makes old memories resurfaces; I see so much, I heard so much and I overthink so much about worldly things How can I not go back to the land of the flying fish? Or where the Bank beers are four for ten Or where the rooster wakes us up at the crack of dawn, where humble people just smiling and saying hello makes a different. The annoying mosquito buzzes under the protected nets Till I reach for a can of repellant with anger and yelled who’s next! I‘ve heard the annoying barks of the neighbor dogs The unsettling morning news, but nothing as soothing As watching a black bird singing in the apple trees. Speaking to the heart of the humans souls: Once again I am an Island Girl *See how the nature trees, flowers, grass grow in silence See the stars, the moon and the sun; we need to be able to touch souls*
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Did you eve know A teeny weeny meany; Who alway carried a grudge? He let his physique Turn him away from fun And so he refused to budge. It’s like his body Totally resided in just That one small patch of his skin. He sang that tune To himself, in his own mind, Words and music, again and again. Don’t hang around with size queens! They never have made much sense. They don’t have your heart in mind. Their minds need a really good rinse. People should love you only because For yourself in and out of bed. If the important thing is **** size There’s not much going on in their heads. There really are people Who don't care about feelings Who will only go after one thing. Flip them some coin And say them when they mature They should use the money give you a ring. If they haven’t learned To use their minUscule minds That everybody has some worth. Then they are the fools, Probably won’t ever change, And you are the salt of the earth.
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May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 1:06 AM UTC
TEENY WEENY MEANY
Your memory serves you but mine is so lame it bothers you still so please tell me again Who stole your lunchbox who smashed your new toy who failed to hug you when you were a boy who broke your heart and who chipped your front tooth who sapped your energy who took your youth who who who who and who didn't choose you for kickball that day who left you stranded to walk all that way who took your Christmas and who stole your pride who locked the door and who left you outside in the rain What is was the the reason you you must take the shame tell it to get off your back just the same let out the anger and cut loose the pain grab onto LOVE, baby Run from this city of blame! who wasn't there when you needed him so who made you clean up and shovel the snow Who was a meany and who was a grinch who took a mile when you gave him an inch who who who who and who said "I Do" with their two fingers crossed who dumped you for someone way better but sauced who bought you a burger but wanted much more who took your hopes and your dreams to the floor What is was the the reason you you must take the shame tell it to get off your back just the same let out the anger and cut loose the pain grab onto LOVE, baby Run from this city of blame! who robbed your innocence who stole your crown promised the moon and took off at sundown the memories haunt us though we may forgive forgetting is hard 'cuz it is what it is we'll do this together when they're all around chalk it all up to the past and then get outta town! What is was the the reason we you must take the shame tell it to get off our backs just the same let out the anger and cut loose the pain grab onto LOVE and then run from this city of blame hold onto each other and RUN from the city of blame leave all our baggage and run from this city of blame.
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Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 10:07 PM UTC
city of blame
Your memory serves you but mine is so lame it bothers you still so please tell me again Who stole your lunchbox who smashed your new toy who failed to hug you when you were a boy who broke your heart and who chipped your front tooth who sapped your energy who took your youth who who who who and who didn't choose you for kickball that day who left you stranded to walk all that way who took your Christmas and who stole your pride who locked the door and who left you outside in the rain What is was the the reason you you must take the shame tell it to get off your back just the same let out the anger and cut loose the pain grab onto LOVE, baby Run from this city of blame! who wasn't there when you needed him so who made you clean up and shovel the snow Who was a meany and who was a grinch who took a mile when you gave him an inch who who who who and who said "I Do" with their two fingers crossed who dumped you for someone way better but sauced who bought you a burger but wanted much more who took your hopes and your dreams to the floor What is was the the reason you you must take the shame tell it to get off your back just the same let out the anger and cut loose the pain grab onto LOVE, baby Run from this city of blame! who robbed your innocence who stole your crown promised the moon and took off at sundown the memories haunt us though we may forgive forgetting is hard 'cuz it is what it is we'll do this together when they're all around chalk it all up to the past and then get outta town! What is was the the reason we you must take the shame tell it to get off our backs just the same let out the anger and cut loose the pain grab onto LOVE and then run from this city of blame hold onto each other and RUN from the city of blame leave all our baggage and run from this city of blame.
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Daddy, I heard you talking to that meany, Mr. Suicide But I don't want you to go daddy! I don't want you die! What about me daddy? What if you make me cry? I'm gonna miss you daddy I'm not gonna lie! I'm so sorry, baby! You're absolutely right! What was I thinking, sweety It'll all be alright Just for you, my darling I'm gonna win this fight Promise me, daddy That you're not going to lose! Promise me, daddy That its me who you choose! Promise me, daddy That you'll be tying no knoose! I promise you, sweety That its all in the past! I promise you darling That its not gonna last! I promise you baby, These ideas have been cast! Goodbye, Mr. Suicide You just cannot stay Don't you see For my darling, I cast you away? Goodbye Mr. Suicide Now my answer is nay Can't you see For my sweety, I toss you away? I'm proud of you, daddy Just know this to be true You're the best, daddy We can now start anew Now guess what, daddy I Love you! Thank you, my sweety I love you too!
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Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 11:02 AM UTC
Goodbye Suicide
****** hell **** I fell Wish I had a better pail For hulling my heart Sitting on ice Looking for someone to treat it nice It fell out of my chest So meany years back And its ***** and stained Its torn and cracked Looking forward Remembering back Just hoping that cupid will cut me some slack
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Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 7:23 PM UTC
Ouch!!! love hurts......
I am a man with meany hidden secrets. I am a Templar. I am sworn to protect our secrets. And with that i have heart the love of my life. I wonted to to tell her but with that there came a price. we would be hunted down. i could not let that happen to her. So for that I am sorry Abigail Ryan Bailey
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May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
My hidden life
All around me are loved ones but even closer is you. You mad me happy ever since we met but now u love some one else i am a man of god. I lost that when you told me how felt. I here the voices yelling talking won ting me to heart thous who i love. i heart you meany times i have felled you my love. i am sorry. will you love me back
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Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC
mad world
The wind that blows is all that anyone knows                                                             -Thoreau “She hit me!” “She did not!” “He hit her first!” “You can ask anyone – I hit the mike!” “No, no, she hit me!” “No, he is the worst!” “No, not at all, that’s not what it was like!” “The president’s a meany!” “The press is rude!” “This is unprecedented!” “You’re a fake!” “Take away his pass; I’m not in the mood!” “It’s unacceptable!” “Well, you’re a snake!” As the nation crumbles in violence and smoke The press and president are one bad joke
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 3:34 PM UTC
Gravitas in the White House Press Briefing Room
Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Mo, Catch a poet by his toes, If he suffers, Let him go, Eenie, Meany, Miney, Oh...
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Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 8:10 PM UTC
To Catch a Poet
How do you cope with your hands capel of so meany things life your dreams saying things about how you feel greetings love all the worldly things there was a life there in words I am more look at my hand see how it dances look around inside what is my life Onedering when it Starts.
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 11:21 AM UTC
Hands.
CUT DEEP Tue, 08/02/2016 - 11:57 -- Poetic Judy Emery There is a great deal of depression in a life of pain ; oh , how this body aches I know no body truly knows me But if they did would it meany anything ? Dark Angel has overtaken me my soul longs for the day he lets me go, all he wants is full control over me oh , how he cuts deep at my mind just to see my heart bleed most of the time, his words are like an old sad love song that never stops playing my mind is filed with deep thoughts my heart feels its loss the tears I cry is like a flood that never ends deep within , I was too young to understand the ways of sin My life was never right in my mother's eyes No matter how hard I ever try all she seen was the dark side of me she called me her black seed I was only two when I started crying out for those painful words to end as I got older the pains had grown stronger I would get down on my knees Please make the hurt stop but they never did , I would cry deep in the night asking why did my own mother did not love me ; why did my father leave me like this? holding his big old mess he just walked away without a word of goodbyes their ware no words no words to ease my pains every day this old pain has given me so much rain, Poetic Lilly /Judy Emery (c)
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Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC
CUT DEEP