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Post by Vegas on Sept 2, 2018 23:58:04 GMT
I'd say "Now who do.... Who do you think you're fooling?"
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Post by The Herald Erjen on Sept 3, 2018 0:16:57 GMT
Aren't you a consecrated boy?  |
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Post by Arlon10 on Sept 6, 2018 11:34:39 GMT
I'd say "Now who do.... Who do you think you're fooling?" Is that when you and Julio were down by the schoolyard? |
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Post by thefleetsin on Sept 6, 2018 16:50:42 GMT
shall we gather at the cauldron
for as it was in times
of old
when baker's bread
did
cast its mold
upon
the weary shadows
there
who walked in darkness
and despair.
so
is it now
my feckless friends
that all who seek
shall know
my ends
for i
am he
who seeks no trend
no buttercups
at highway's end.
no symphonies
of
raves gone by
no
catacombs
tucked into skies
for i am all
and
all in i
when first you see
stars flaring by.
tis then
as eyes are locked in place
to
immortality's in space
then fall you there
my
chosen race
amidst the veggies
i have spaced.
for you and you and you and you
are nothing more
than
human stew
and i it's master chef to be
or so the worms
elected me!
sjw 09/06/18 inspired at this very moment in time by the fast approaching festivals and the tid bits therein!
from the 'bewitched series' of poems
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