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DANCE LIKE NO ONE IS WATCHING

Life is an adventure to be lived with no regrets

Ride your fear and the horse it rode in on

Don't just dream it, make it happen

If you got it flaunt it
Just be yourself


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  • Shreds
    Lonliness grinds on my soul Twisting me into shreds
    10 lines, 4 comments, June 26. In Personal
  • Seasoned Soul
    Rock someones world with the kindness from your seasoned soul.
    0 lines, 5 comments, April 29
  • Velvet skies
    Moonlight dances across velvet skies.
    0 lines, 10 comments, April 28. In Life
  • Miserable **
    Detatched
    cold to the bone
    10 lines, 9 comments, February 28. In background

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  • individuality on April 28
    CoW-bElLs

    A-rIN-a-DiNg-A-lInG,
    aLl tHe prEtTy cOWs sInG
    wHiLe bErTy bUlLy sWiNgS
    aNd wiGgLeS hIS tHinG.

    A-riNg-A-dInG-a-LiNg,
    biRdS sToP flApPiNg winGs
    wHilE tHe CowS jiNg-A-liNg
    anD BeRty pOliShEs hIs riNg.

    A-rINg-a-DinG-a-liNG,
    wHo wiLL hAVe luCkY mOoiNg -
    thAt gEtS tO frOliCk-flInG
    wItH BErtY tHe BuLl-kiNG.
  • individuality on April 28

    Did You Spit On My Jacket?

    Chickpea Ron:
    You spat on my jacket then!
    I am going to kick your butt
    if you do not wipe if off.

    Chicken Fred:
    What! It wasn't me! I have
    just been standing here
    looking mean and waiting
    for someone to say something.

    Chickpea Ron:
    Wipe it off - now!

    Chicken Fred:
    Make me!

    A this point a big scrap takes place.
    Chicken Fred loses his red bandanna
    as Chickpea Ron pecks him in the face.
    His eye pops like a fried egg yellow
    and he screams and screams for mummy.

    Chickpea Ron:
    You should have just wiped it off!

  • individuality on April 9
    Psycho Stan The Squirrel




    A bushy tailed rodent; I fly through air,
    as graceful as love nurturing her nuts,
    watch as I glide anticipation's flair
    along quick teeth-chattered smiles of poets.
    Psycho Stan; it is my God-given name,
    yes, I have some crazy parents I know,
    life is fantastic and they're not to blame
    for it came from a robin's feathered glow!
    You think that I jest but its breast revealed
    who I was to be while they smoked some grass,
    it appealed to senses as they concealed
    their stash right up the fine crack of their ass!

    Anyway, I'm off now to catch some sleep,
    I hope this sonnet you thought wasn't cheap.

  • individuality on March 28
    a pirate's life

    ohhh pass me the shandy
    so i can get drunk,
    as drunk, as drunk,
    as a mad little skunk.
    pass me the shandy
    or give me some rum,
    and maybe i will not
    kick your big bum

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