Oh, how very blue is you Oh, how very blue is you(In both furtone and in mood).You once didhadnearly almost loveA tender whitefurredgirl with longLong ears and purple overalls.You once didhaddearly always playedEven as an arm you lost and even asCotton from a snag-rip-torn seam peaks out.You once didhadtear'ly alltime loveThe friend who promised but never did stay youngAnd even he "forgot the down as he grew up."And even as you lay there now,Ever awake in old cedar trunk's soul,Counting counting counting particles of dustAnd waiting w a i t i n gW a i t i n gW a i t i n gFor your littleboy's never ever
In God's Office In God's office,snooping aroundthe other day,I discovered the blueprintsto Oblivion—the carefully calculatedplans for the End of the World.But before I had timeto read how time dies,my elbow got in the wayof a cabinet and jostledthe precariously perched hand-basketatop 'til it toppled over,and out spilled Hell of it,and splattered absolutely everywhere,and made a real horrendous mess,and I think I might have justruined the World's End,and the room stinks like sulfur now,and the Devil wants a formal apology,and I know this stain'll never wash out,and why couldn't it have just beena coffee instead?…
some thing i already spent around Let's run andwith the sun play andticklish grass will joinOur laughter;;;but it rains today and, for that matter, Wealready sold Our childhoodat a fleamarket for something i already spent,,,so i'll with thefleas just dance andbesidesbreathing you've stoppedanymoreanyway…
the Stars are all falling the Stars are all fallingSpringtime is dyingAutumn inhabitsthis midnight.the branches that held themsuddenly release themto fall to the groundnow ablaze.and what will the Sky thinkwhen she finds them all missing?her children haveall abandoned hercold. andnow the Stars—they're all dying; Winter's arrivingwith these fall in f g a ll f in a g ll i n g S t a
My Soul Mate I spend too much money on her, But she's worth it to me.I spend too much time with her Addictive personality.The reason I'm out of bed each morn: Her scent awakens me.We even get freaky sometimes-- Apply some whipped cream.I finally found my soul mate Her name is coffee.
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The Hundred Year Hiatus My my, it has been a while, hasn't it? I know i have >millions< of readers who are just baffled at my long pause between updates. [And yes, it was a long pause--longer than some of you may know.]While the date of my last update appears to be the [??] of [error: illegal month data], it has been much longer {for me} than only [?] and some fraction months.you See (no you d'ont), iwaskidnappedby my se. lf {i can see i just lostsome of you there}the me that kidnapped mecame from an alt>ernate>ive>>>futu>re[wind
Everyone Smiles Everyone smilesAt the movie so grandiose—The screenplay so masterful,Quite simply quite spellbinding,Playing before our eager eyes.Entertainment exquisite—The very best kind—We lose ourselves entirelyTo the story unfolding,Perfectly perplexed by the plot.The cast is compellingIn the roles they're relaying;They express them so well.Almost forgetting the factThey're all only avidly acting.After all is said and done,All pretending put aside,They return to their lives—The private painsAnd secrets they hide.Our screenplay unfolds—For him, a shammed smile,A sympathetic shoulder for her;Whatever façade i
Embracing the Situation Confusion aboundsAs chaos astounds;The sound of quietQuite brashly resounds.Mute voices surroundAnd clearly confound;I'm not sure I likeThe thoughts they propound.Red hands are unbound—Rev'lation profound—I clearly can seeMy mind now outbound.I wave goodbye.
Social Butterfly "This song goes out to all the shameless flirts out there."You're suchThe social butterfly;My heart's wrenchedWhenever you walk by.Whenever you walk by…You play the innocent card so very well.They're tripping all over your charm,Caught in your deceiving spell.And my heart's still wrenchedWhenever you walk by…(You're charming—So disarming—It's alarming.)I must confess(You're charming—So disarming—It's alarming.)I'm quite impressedHow quicklyYou pick upAnother man.You're suchThe social butterfly;My heart's wrenchedWhenever you walk by.Such sweet stench—Your pheromonal high.And my heart's w
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