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"toot" poems
Jo puraani yaadon mein zindagi dhundha kartey hai unhe sirf do pal ki muskurahat naseeb hoti hai aur phir umar bhar ki tanhai ek aisi tanhai jaha hum bhari mehfil mein bhi akele ** jaate hai aur adhura pan bhi hamein pura lagne lagta hai ek aisi manhoosiyat dil pe cha jaati hai Jo chahe bhi mit nhi paati aur vo yaadein bhulaaye bhi bhula nhi paate reh reh k **** mein gade kaante ki tarah dard diye jaata hai aur hum hans hans kar ise taal diya karte hai kyun ki shaayad mukaddar ko yahi manzur tha kya shikva hum kisi aur se kare jab manzil hi humse Ruth gayi Jo naayab tohfa khuda se mili haatho se yun choot gayi vo toot k bikhri aur kinare par jaa Giri aur kashti humari doob gayi
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 5:21 PM UTC
Nostalgia (Hindi)
Zikr jab zindagi ka hota hai toh hum aksar apni zindagi ke guzre waqt ke flashbacks mein chale jaate hai, aur kehte hai zindagi toh bohot buri guzar rahi hai.. yeh maana ki jo beet gaya hai usse bhulaya toh jaa sakta hai magar apne zehan se mitaya nahi jaa sakta.. bas unn tamaam ache-bure daur ko muqaddar samjhkar aage badha jaa sakta hai. Aur life mein ek phase aata jab humein lagta hai ab aur kya dekhne ko baaqi reh gaya hai zindagi mein saare tajurbe aur sabaq mil chuke hai ab toot jaane mein hi bhalayi hai haar jaana hi ek aakhri sahi rasta hai. Aur phir apni khushiyon ka shok aur barbaadiyon ka jashn manane lag jaate hai. Magar khushiyan bhi itni aasani haar nahi maanti. Zindagi humein har ache-bure daur ke baad ek khoobsurat tohfa deti hai jisse hum mauka kehte hai. Humein zindagi se mile wo saare tajurbe aur sabaq phir se jeene ka hausla dete hai. Ek nayi umeed dete hai. Aur shayad isliye hum zindagi ka saath nahi chhorte. Beete kal mein pareshan rehte hai, aane kal ki fizool mein fikar rehti hai aur jo aaj hai usse jeete toh hai magar thodi bechaini ke saath. Jo guzar gaya usse accept karke aage badh jao, jo kal hoga wo tumhare aaj ki mehnat se pata chalega na ki fikar se, aur apne aaj se mohabbat karo. Ek badi ajeeb si cheez hai jo hum sabhi ke saath hoti hai jab hum 5-6 saal purani tasveer mein khudko dekhte hai toh hasi aajati hai ki kaise the hum ab waqai behtar badlaav aaya hai hum mein wo badlaav tum laaye ** khud ke andar. Waqt ke saath mature hokar, mushkil se mushkil maqaam haasil karke, apna vision aur mindset positive rakhkar, apni zindagi ko sahi raaste mein le jaakar. Isliye tum haare nahi ** zindagi mauke deti hai magar tumhe ehsaas tak nahi hone degi kab tumne uss mauke ka fayda utha liya. Aur agar kabhi bura phase aaye toh uss mein bekhauf hokar jeena magar sahi waqt par nikalkar apni zindagi ko behtar bana dena. Kyunki abhi tumhara qissa khatam nahi huwa, abhi tumhe nikhar ke wapas aana hai kahani badalne.. .
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Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 12:25 PM UTC
Shayad isliye bhi hum Jindagi ka saath Nhi chorte
Zikr jab zindagi ka hota hai toh hum aksar apni zindagi ke guzre waqt ke flashbacks mein chale jaate hai, aur kehte hai zindagi toh bohot buri guzar rahi hai.. yeh maana ki jo beet gaya hai usse bhulaya toh jaa sakta hai magar apne zehan se mitaya nahi jaa sakta.. bas unn tamaam ache-bure daur ko muqaddar samjhkar aage badha jaa sakta hai. Aur life mein ek phase aata jab humein lagta hai ab aur kya dekhne ko baaqi reh gaya hai zindagi mein saare tajurbe aur sabaq mil chuke hai ab toot jaane mein hi bhalayi hai haar jaana hi ek aakhri sahi rasta hai. Aur phir apni khushiyon ka shok aur barbaadiyon ka jashn manane lag jaate hai. Magar khushiyan bhi itni aasani haar nahi maanti. Zindagi humein har ache-bure daur ke baad ek khoobsurat tohfa deti hai jisse hum mauka kehte hai. Humein zindagi se mile wo saare tajurbe aur sabaq phir se jeene ka hausla dete hai. Ek nayi umeed dete hai. Aur shayad isliye hum zindagi ka saath nahi chhorte. Beete kal mein pareshan rehte hai, aane kal ki fizool mein fikar rehti hai aur jo aaj hai usse jeete toh hai magar thodi bechaini ke saath. Jo guzar gaya usse accept karke aage badh jao, jo kal hoga wo tumhare aaj ki mehnat se pata chalega na ki fikar se, aur apne aaj se mohabbat karo. Ek badi ajeeb si cheez hai jo hum sabhi ke saath hoti hai jab hum 5-6 saal purani tasveer mein khudko dekhte hai toh hasi aajati hai ki kaise the hum ab waqai behtar badlaav aaya hai hum mein wo badlaav tum laaye ** khud ke andar. Waqt ke saath mature hokar, mushkil se mushkil maqaam haasil karke, apna vision aur mindset positive rakhkar, apni zindagi ko sahi raaste mein le jaakar. Isliye tum haare nahi ** zindagi mauke deti hai magar tumhe ehsaas tak nahi hone degi kab tumne uss mauke ka fayda utha liya. Aur agar kabhi bura phase aaye toh uss mein bekhauf hokar jeena magar sahi waqt par nikalkar apni zindagi ko behtar bana dena. Kyunki abhi tumhara qissa khatam nahi huwa, abhi tumhe nikhar ke wapas aana hai kahani badalne.. .
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In a broken down hut In the middle of the wood Nor pizza hut nor Squirrel's nut Can calmly describe that, that could And somewhere within thy Lies a seemingly twisted fate Where two old hags bye and bye Will simultaneously copulate It would arise my suspicion Should there be a banana and henceforth there be a petition To Outlaw that Repulsive banana For one to see into the future Monkeys would be granted intelligence Causing bananas to nurture and my brain to be punctured by a fence If you still can't see That bananas are a fruit Then I guess you will have to *** While gassing toot toot
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
banana in the wood
Do you need a new **** Will yours just not do? Well honey I've got the store for you! A gallery for butts Come one, come all! There's all kinds of butts Both big and small We've got butts that are big Butts that are round We've got butts that make A tiny "toot" sound Butts that are flat And butts super small Butts on short people Butts for people who are tall We've got butts that are firm Hard in your grasp Butts that are flabby But nice ones at that Butts so big They cover the seat And butts that are tiny Cute and petite We've got baby butts With the softest of skin Old ones that show How old, where they've been Butts that are fake so plump and new Butts that are real Which are far in few But what's this? A **** we don't know? Yes it's your **** And just look at it glow! It's so very unique It's one-of-a-kind! Yes that trunk back there Is quite some behind! You don't need a new **** Why yours is so you! Who would wear it If it wasn't on you? Show off that **** girl! Because it's got class You'll have everyone saying "What an amazing * * *"
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Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
The **** Store
I say unto you with a sniveling snarl, Will you go on and be friends with an owl? Why, YES! I said boldly with a pompety grin My new owl friend will be lucky and win! He will hoot and toot a most beautiful song He will win a singing contest and sing all day long We will take all his winnings and spend it on mead We'll sing, drink and be merry, indeed! we'll capture a horse and dress it in tweed then ride to the sunset on our horse named, "Sardine!" Sardine might get hungry so we'll feed him some hemp We'll lay down to rest on a bed that's unkempt We'll wake in the morning to see Sardine's fate Sardine has died from starvation this date The sorrow we feel is so hard to beat So opon his flesh we started to eat w'ell pair it with taters all mashed in a pan we'll eat up our dinner as fast as we can but hold on a second, how silly are we! We tripped on some mushrooms we found on a tree! our minds started swirling and twirling; so dizzy! my owl friend shrieked and then started to tizzy he gouged out my eyes and laughed at my pain I fell to the ground and made peace with my name for I never did say from whence I came cause stories like this are not easy to tame I lay here in misery, my friend's not to blame It's all in my head, this silly word game
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Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC
My Dear Owl Friend
So that's the Kudu-Horn used on your Prize: The Kind which no Mundial will ever blow To pity their Ears; And Focus revise But Senior Petrol in Love filled her Glow: In turn flashed her Grin as a Cool Relief, Humbled her Lady and recalled you Friend Indeed, the Word so long etched in Belief Was the Same Sharp Sound which caused Fans to spend And did this Spike ever taught you to Boast Though Genious the Temple Beggar reminds: That Good Deeds Un-Posted are Noble Toast But Kisses under the Fender are Fine. I guess what's left to do this Summer's End Is Toot that Horn; And Flames burn Flames again.
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Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 3:55 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - FIFTY-ONE - TOM DALEY
The great hanging weak **** of India on the map The Fingernail of Malaya The Wall of China The Korea Ti-Pousse Thumb The Salamander Japan the Okinawa Moon Spot The Pacific The Back of Hawaiian Mountains coconuts Kines, balconies, Ah Tarzan- And D W Griffith the great American Director Strolling down disgruntled Hollywood Lane - to toot Nebraska, Indian Village New York, Atlantis, Rome, Peleus and Melisander, And swans of ***** Spots of foam on the ocean
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10th Chorus Mexico City Blues
There once was a fellow from Nantucket Who blew an excellent trumpet tucket His toot ***** sounded so grand As he lead the college band Grand trumpet tuckets tooted in Nantucket
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 6:02 PM UTC
Nantucket Trumpet Tuckets (Limerick)
Puffs of thistledown floating in the air. Lovely lady dark blue plums and the tracery of lace. 'Toot' says a trumpet to the cry from a clarinet. Tinkling piano notes flowing lilting, rippling, fleeting fleeing. Bows, strings and violins. Echoes of yesterday fading into grey.
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Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 4:40 AM UTC
Groping for a Ghost
.                                      *m                   m                   m                                       a                     a                    a                                      e                     e                    e                                     t                     t                    t                                    s                    s                    s*                                BOAT           BOAT           BOAT                               BOAT           BOAT           BOAT                              BOAT           BOAT           BOAT                             BOAT           BOAT           BOAT I'm a boat I'm a boat I'm a boat I'm a boat I'm a boat I'm a boat     I'm a boat                                                                  I'm a boat         I'm a boat                O         O         O               I'm a boat             I'm a boat                                                  I'm a boat                   I'm a boat I'm a boat I'm a boat I'm a boat toot toot I'm a boat
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May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 7:28 AM UTC
I'm a boat
.                                      *m                   m                   m                                       a                     a                    a                                      e                     e                    e                                     t                     t                    t                                    s                    s                    s*                                BOAT           BOAT           BOAT                               BOAT           BOAT           BOAT                              BOAT           BOAT           BOAT                             BOAT           BOAT           BOAT I'm a boat I'm a boat I'm a boat I'm a boat I'm a boat I'm a boat     I'm a boat                                                                  I'm a boat         I'm a boat                O         O         O               I'm a boat             I'm a boat                                                  I'm a boat                   I'm a boat I'm a boat I'm a boat I'm a boat toot toot I'm a boat
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"Beep-beep. BANKERS TRUST AUTOMOBILE LOAN You'll find a banker at Bankers Trust" Advertisement in N.Y. Times When comes my second childhood, As to all men it must, I want to be a banker Like the banker at Bankers Trust. I wouldn't ask to be president Or even assistant veep, I'd only ask for a kiddie car And permission to go beep-beep. The banker at Chase Manhattan, He bids a polite Good-day; The banker at Immigrant Savings Cries Scusi! and Olé! But I'd be a sleek Ferrari Or perhaps a joggly jeep, And scooting around at Bankers Trust, Beep-beep, I'd go, beep-beep. The trolley car used to say clang-clang And the choo-choo said toot-toot, But the beep of the banker at Bankers Trust Is every bit as cute. Miaow, says the cuddly kitten, Baa, says the woolly sheep, Oink, says the piggy-wiggy, And the banker says beep-beep. So I want to play at Bankers Trust Like a hippety-hoppety bunny, And best of all, oh best of all, With really truly money. Now grown-ups dear, it's nightie-night Until my dream comes true, And I bid you a happy boop-a-doop And a big beep-beep adieu.
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If He Were Alive Today, Mayhap, Mr. Morgan Would Sit on the Midget's Lap
Meri pyari daadi maa, tumsa na h koi yaha. tum ** mera saara jahan, nahi kr skti tmhe shabdon m bayan. tum ** meri aan, tum ** mera amaan. tum ** mera gumaan, tumse ek baar fir milna, hai mera armaan. roz sapno mai dekhti hu tmhe, roz sapna toot jaata hai. Kab aaogi saamne mere, yahi soch soch ke ek aur din guzar jaata h. wahi chand sa chehra, wahi phool se muskan, rakhungi sada tumhe dil mai, banake apni shaan.
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Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 12:16 AM UTC
Dadi maa
"Isang stored card po." Sabay abot ng 100piso. Pinasok sa makina "toot". Bumaba sa hagdan. "Hay, nakakpagod." Nakita ang mahabang pila ng mga taong nagaantay. Napa-buntong hininga. 5...10...15minuto wala pa din. Ako'y lumingon sa kanan't kaliwa. Inobserbahan ang mga taong iritable na sa pagaantay. Sa kaliwa, nakita ko ang isang lalaki, Postura, nakasalamin at kagalang galang ang suot. Mukha nagtatrabaho sa isang malakingkumapanya at may mataas na posisyon. Abala sa pagtingin sa relos na rolex ang tatak. Ako'y napatanong sa sarili ko, "bakit niya mas piniling pumila dito kung saan malulukot ang suot na barong?" Sa kanan naman ay isang studyanteng binata, Naka-uniporme, maangas ang dating. May naksaksak na earphones sa magkabilang tenga at sumasabay ang indak ng mga paa. Nais ko sana makihati sa musikang kanya naririnig. Sa likod ko ay isang babae, Napapamura na sa inis. Mukhang malalate na sa opisina. Naka-make up at nakheels. Gusto ko siya bulangan, "Ate, kalma lang. Hindi mapapabilis ng pagmumura mo ang pagdating nian." At sa wakas dumating na, Ang hinihintay ng lahat. Inihanda ko na ang sarili, dahil sigurado ako ay maitutulak, masisiksik, matatapakan at masisiko sa loob ng train ng MRT.
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Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC
MRT
We snap a shameless selfie And post at once online. Me and wifey smiling sweet Whilst we play or dine! Now some say it quite conceited To paste one's mugs so much. But we know its really just More modernly in touch. It took a bit to email, And then to switch to text - Now it's all on Facebook. Who knows what will be next? So easy on our selfies It's really not self toot It's more about assuring We still live and compute. (C) 2011 All rights reserved
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Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC
We Snap a Shameless Selfie
Aj brri shiddat se toot k yad aya hae wo chaha b to toot k tha main nay usay wo pehli mulaqat.. mje acha lga tha wo usko b shaed! lgi achi thee main wo b khamosh tha.. chup to main b thee.. uski ankhun nay kaha kch suna main nay b tha buhat kch suno!! main tmen kch kahun! mje tm say muhabbat hai kash! mje tm mil he jao kbi arzu to ye he hai abi buhat khamosh muhabbat krti hn tmen tm mere pas ajao na! tm he say to kehna hae.. tm he say sb kehna hae mje tm say muhabbat hae sirf tm say muhabbat hae aur yae b jan lo.. aur tm maan lo.. tm sirf.. mere ** Sirf mere **
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 6:51 AM UTC
Tm mere **
Former methhead checks me With his eyes, says hi Hey, one small cup, please Coffee with sugar and cream MJ, not holding but maybe Some day I'll entertain you With a couple bowls So we can get to know each other He thought I was born this way Should I or not make this basic Thing the basis from which I make the decision to let you in? Why not? I like it Can't seem to find many hidden In the masses of my kind who get it So **** Drink up getting buzzed meet up With my little sis Hey, sister, toot Do a line or two Miserable friends of the white Grain powder, ******* brain How dare haters say I'm insane Naw, I like it, appreciate The way you look overwhelmed With disgust, huh Maybe I'm a bad person When it comes down to it With the worst brought out By faith I choose not to deny Celebrate
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC
Tie Guard
Ek Baar Suno Kuch Aisa Hua Wo Mujh Ko Mili Main Us Ko Mila Izhar Hua Iqraar Hua Wo Dost Bani Main Yaar Hua Usey Ishq Bohat Mujhe  Pyaar Bohat Hum Dono Mein Takraar Bohat Phir Ek Din Kuch Yun Hua Wo 6od ke Gayi Main Toot Gaya Phir Ek Din Hum Kuch Yun Millay Wo Tanha Thi Main Akela Tha Bas Hum Do Thay Aur Koi Na Tha Woo Rone Lagi Main Bebas Raha Na Pyar Na Hi Izhaar Raha Bas Farq Sirf Itna Hi Raha Main MITTI KE UPAR ROTA RAHA... Wo MITTI KE ANDAR SOTI RAHI...
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Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 3:49 AM UTC
She's gone...
In long lasting fortitude is the fight of the astute. A lot of effort is made towards the war of the moral. And a race towards life is the route. Preparing the endless fit of strength of all. There is he who is choosing his fate. Working hard despite all opposers’ bait. There is he who is choosing life. Working hard despite all opposers’ strife. Lost in the dirt, seeking out of the ruse. Forced towards the light, brighter and rife. No letting up despite the refuse. Clean is the proud, and happy, the player of the flute. A rite of passage for all is the praise of the immortal. War is the only dispute Death is not fatal. The renegade does not enter the gate. He is stuck outside the city, and left without state. The renegade does not know his wife. He is stuck at heart and can’t even play a fife. In the dirt he is and is with a lot of abuse. He cannot escape the knife. Cut, cutting up despite the accuse. Reality is but the face of cute. Subjected to falsified doctrine and the immoral. It is callous and as rotten fruit. Moxie exists with everyone no matter how small. Can the one who is happy learn to hate? Only he or she can solve this debate. Finally the long absent sky above the Alewife. Can’t say that I have seen such teeming wildlife... Swimming in a sea of its Muse. The lowly continue their sighs But I do proudly diffuse. .This plight of mine is hard to toot. Exemplified by my emphasis on the astral. With which I dress in an armoured suit. So my enemies do not mute my oral. and the skies do tell in high rate, How esteemed they are on time and ne’er late. But giving ever virtuous despite All those dead or dying, without prospect of afterlife. It is their way to choose: The dark abyss of guise, (or) The gentle river of blue For now I do keep silent, But still I commute, With those of higher propositions and goal, So I do instill thyself a deeper root. In the waterbed truly formal. Those who truth ‘I do navigate’ and those of lies ‘I do alienate’ At a loss O’ man or mesmerize, Work harder on thoughts than just plagiarize. The foes of old are still and sleuth I show them love and they in lies are baptized Tradition is there with purpose, don’t misuse. I see to it the wise stay wise, For better they will strategize. And the unwise, wisdom they will pursue. Giving them their much needed paradise. And the lost I will use.
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Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 10:53 AM UTC
Poem Of Paradise
In long lasting fortitude is the fight of the astute. A lot of effort is made towards the war of the moral. And a race towards life is the route. Preparing the endless fit of strength of all. There is he who is choosing his fate. Working hard despite all opposers’ bait. There is he who is choosing life. Working hard despite all opposers’ strife. Lost in the dirt, seeking out of the ruse. Forced towards the light, brighter and rife. No letting up despite the refuse. Clean is the proud, and happy, the player of the flute. A rite of passage for all is the praise of the immortal. War is the only dispute Death is not fatal. The renegade does not enter the gate. He is stuck outside the city, and left without state. The renegade does not know his wife. He is stuck at heart and can’t even play a fife. In the dirt he is and is with a lot of abuse. He cannot escape the knife. Cut, cutting up despite the accuse. Reality is but the face of cute. Subjected to falsified doctrine and the immoral. It is callous and as rotten fruit. Moxie exists with everyone no matter how small. Can the one who is happy learn to hate? Only he or she can solve this debate. Finally the long absent sky above the Alewife. Can’t say that I have seen such teeming wildlife... Swimming in a sea of its Muse. The lowly continue their sighs But I do proudly diffuse. .This plight of mine is hard to toot. Exemplified by my emphasis on the astral. With which I dress in an armoured suit. So my enemies do not mute my oral. and the skies do tell in high rate, How esteemed they are on time and ne’er late. But giving ever virtuous despite All those dead or dying, without prospect of afterlife. It is their way to choose: The dark abyss of guise, (or) The gentle river of blue For now I do keep silent, But still I commute, With those of higher propositions and goal, So I do instill thyself a deeper root. In the waterbed truly formal. Those who truth ‘I do navigate’ and those of lies ‘I do alienate’ At a loss O’ man or mesmerize, Work harder on thoughts than just plagiarize. The foes of old are still and sleuth I show them love and they in lies are baptized Tradition is there with purpose, don’t misuse. I see to it the wise stay wise, For better they will strategize. And the unwise, wisdom they will pursue. Giving them their much needed paradise. And the lost I will use.
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Rooty toot toot, Let's all give a hoot Because today is your birthday! Hip hip hooray! It's your special day, It's a wonderful magical thing to say! Bring out the cake Let’s all gather around And raise up a musical Birthday song sound. Yippee hallelujah It’s time to celebrate We’re here for you And we really can’t wait. Rooty toot toot, Let's all give a hoot Because today is your birthday! Hip hip hooray! It's your special day, It's a wonderful magical thing to say! It’s always a good day When your birthday begins; The minute you wake up Your birthday begins. And if we are clever enough And do it the right way Your birthday continues At least for several days. Rooty toot toot, Let's all give a hoot Because today is your birthday! Hip hip hooray! It's your special day, It's a wonderful magical thing to say!
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Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 8:10 PM UTC
BIRTHDAY CHEER
My swashbuckling heart, she lost her boot, it fell in the ocean by old Port Toot. My heart she does wander forever at sea, never again a respite for me.
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Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 5:12 AM UTC
Old Port Toot
Meri zindgi meri har khushi meri chahten, tm he to thay mje tm he say muhabbat thee tm he to meri jan thay koi bta day tm ko b k tm ** ab tk na-ashna tm nay mje tora hae mera dil kahan tm nay chora hae mje tm nay chorna he tha to! q mje tm nae chaha tha! q mje tm nay jana tha! main aj kahay deti hn tm ko main ab bhool jaon ge tm ko kbi na staaon ge kbi main yad na aon ge tm thay meri zindgi muhabbat ki thee tm say he aj kahay deti hn main ab tm say mjko ** gye nfrat tm say muhabbat khtm hui toot gaye sb naate rishte dil say kahay deti hn main ab lay li jga nfrat nay.. Muhabbat kho gye kahen..
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 6:38 AM UTC
Aansu
I knew an old man who swallowed a peach, A peach is a pepper a pepper a peach, a peach is a fruit, My what a toot to have eaten such fruit, he swallowed the Pepper to follow the peach but I don't Know why he swallowed the peach, Let's make some pie! I knew an old man who swallowed a plum, A plum is a cherry a cherry a plum, a plum is a fruit, My what a toot to have eaten such fruit, he swallowed the Cherry to follow the plum but I don't Know why he swallowed the plum, Let's make some pie! He swallowed 'em whole...! Gasp...
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Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 1:15 AM UTC
I Knew An old Man
I aimed the old car south and ran as many red lights as my luck would allow. Kept my sunglasses on as I listened to Frusciante singing nothing but the truth all through the magic of my radio. Left the madness of the city and entered the land where atomic  bombs and peoples sanity have both been tested. Desert roads littered with desert lies, like oasis and promises made in Vegas. I took a toot off the side of my hand like I seen them do in the movies. Wasted the better part of my stash on this foolish trick. This ride I'm taking is real. On my way I'll be looking for a wild young girl to roll my joints and laugh at my jokes,give my eyes a place to rest in. I'm looking for a lovely from the low side of town. Whose  spirit has yet to be broken and whose mind isn't already filled with their lies. Watched as the California landscape turned from beaches and tropical palms to cactus taller than most men and dry forgotten land that most come to die in. From congested freeways that hold the drivers hostage. To wide open desert highways where its safe to drink straight from the bottle without that pestering public servant there to ruin your ride. If I make it out of this dam desert alive with my wallet and my sanity still intact. I'll look back at it all as just another memory. And try not to give in to ever going back.
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Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 5:32 AM UTC
Leaving California