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I'd love to be a dancer Like Bussell or Fonteyn
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In her arms a mother holds Her blessed child. As time unfolds
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the trees are whispering without words and the breeze carries memories.
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Yesterday I felt defeated All my energies depleted
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This letter to my future self Is penned upon the air
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Ma name is Rab, and I'm a cat
And aye, I sit upon the mat
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When I think that the world is chimerical It makes me feel somewhat hysterical
by Keith
5 lines, 5 comments,
on Nov 13 7:53 AM. In Humor
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In ma fine Balmoral bonnet, wi' ma kilt abune the knee Ah'm a stridin' doon the High Street, just as braw as I can be,
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We work in the ministry, feeding the lies Creating a world filled with beauty and love
by Keith
20 lines, 2 comments,
on Oct 31 11:12 AM
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Slippery Saul sang a sarcastic psalm
Seated in synagogue munching a ham
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My Mother's Melody
by Keith
18 lines, 3 comments,
on Oct 31 5:10 AM. In Sad, Pain
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There was a young man with the flu, Who wheezed, "What am I meant to do?
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Watch them as they take our jobs,
The Pole, The Jew, The Chink, The Black
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We left the Earth with spirits high Our rocket climbed into the sky
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"Are you afraid?" said Agreeable Astrid as she displayed a gap-toothed smile
by Keith
35 lines, 4 comments,
on Oct 27 12:00 AM. In Fantasy
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My silent world awakes again from sleep I dreamed of sound, and music filled the air
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Please excuse me for not knowing you:
Earth's a planet, so gorgeously round
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I stubbed my toe, and that is true
I didn't know quite what to do
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My place of birth is Beverley It has an extra e
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The sunlight leaks like honey through the trees Touching the leaves with gentle auburn gold
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While I nodded nearly napping suddenly there came a tapping
Tapping, tapping, ever tapping,
by Keith
41 lines, 5 comments,
on Sep 27 1:25 AM. In Angst
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As Peter closed the garden gate he met the shadow of his fate
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I woke up, still feeling flat white, Was I at that party last night?
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by Keith
5 lines, 3 comments,
on Sep 22 11:18 PM. In Angst
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The days are short, the nights are long, A touch of ice is in the air,
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I dreamed I dined on broken glass With knife and fork of feathers made
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Whoaback there with those songs you sing! Now we're in Autumn, not nearly Spring
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Love is a dove
Sent from above
by Keith
19 lines, 4 comments,
on Sep 19 4:51 PM. In Love
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One for the honey Two for the snow
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I find as I start to grow older, Beauty lies in the eyes of t'beholder
by Keith
22 lines, 3 comments,
on Sep 19 4:22 PM. In Humor
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