Recent compositions.
Shiny Cocoa
Shiny cocoa
little boots
picking flowers
at the roots
Sun rays and green eyes
Candy legs and bow ties
Snap dragons
organza gloves
Light my sparkler
Just because
The root of all evil
I found a penny
Wedged in your ribs
That HE had put there
When you were sleeping in your crib
See how she smiles
She may cure what ails
See how she grimaces
With a flick of her tail
Lizard Queen
was it just a dream?
From the baby’s laughter
to the old man’s scream
See which way the dog sleeps
A newborn child
Who enters the cave
Notices the painting
From a prehistoric age
An age before words
An age before deeds
An age painted with music
From the whistling reeds
The newborn matures
He chooses his brush
With which he will paint
The stones he will crush
to make a fine paint
Blended with oil
His life a testament
in joy and in toil
The lucky canuck
The lucky canuck
Beholds his creation
A lake of pure ice
Across the whole nation
Red lines and blue lines
Two lobster nets
It saddens him to think
“This is as good as it gets”
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i don't think askinstoo is a real person.
i distinctly recall Paul Abdul uttering the line about the weatherman's unnecessary advisements on chewable candy - i always thought he was quoting Yeats. So there ya go.
Occulist VIP list has expanded like a tissue wedding bell decoration, welcoming Lt. Wayne Carruthers to the fold. Carruthers' input as to the content of the sensitive transatlantic release of Occupied's "Best of the rest" effort will be sought as soon as Agent Q can be cajoled into returning to the project. The whereabouts of the candidates for the cajoling are unknown at the present time.
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