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11:10am
#1
I'm hungry and lying in bed at 11:10am.
I think about how evenings gore my heart,
when I open the door and see hollow grays.

Soon I'll make myself eggs and toast
and pretend it's being given me on a silver service.
Sometimes anger seems utterly strange.
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#2
as ever...thanks
consistency is the hobdob
of small minds[
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#3
As I am new here am I to assume that we get regular thoughts from you. :p
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#4
This is just another place I share my poems so they don't go unseen, like my bodyBig Grin I seem to be the only person who still posts poems left...
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#5
YES A Challenge….Big Grin

We are talking our own or ones we have heard ??
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#6
Poems? Our own.
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#7
My first go ever dont take it wrongBig Grin


Heslopain, heslopain do you hear it in the rain

Do you hear it around the drain

Do you hear it near a train

Heslopain, heslopain I hope you fear no flipping pain

Because in the rain and round the drain you’re goanna get hit by that bloomin train Big GrinBig GrinBig Grin
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#8
Snilloc, you are a madman . . . LMAO
Wildcard is awesome.
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#9
there once was a madman called snilloc
who asked to get one up the buttock
Jack was ready to comply
although i wouldn't know why
the thing stank like a well matured haddock
consistency is the hobdob
of small minds[
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#10
(04-13-2012, 05:30 AM)heslopian Wrote: I'm hungry and lying in bed at 11:10am.
I think about how evenings gore my heart,
when I open the door and see hollow grays.

Soon I'll make myself eggs and toast
and pretend it's being given me on a silver service.
Sometimes anger seems utterly strange.

Such an interesting piece, Jack. I got a little lost on the last line, but sonically and in the impression it gives, I love it.

Thanks for sharing, man. Keep it up. Smile
Wildcard is awesome.
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