Awsome Wells Dickenson Poems

Suffering Suckertats all you teeny Boppers
Suffer under me your young Guru
Rise up every morning
Sometimes life is stiff
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These Faery lids, wink wink
Nudge, nudge, say no more
These lips will pout, then speak
In the shadows float sweet sounds
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Deathly silence is the sound of a common pin
That is dropped on a major road
Only the deaf will see it
Only the blind will hear it
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He was a Frenchy covered in Fruit Salad
Who fought in many Wars
After Death his existence-
Will be proven by a pile of fricking bones
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Exhaustion came, sleep overpowered me
The darkness enveloped my shadow
And like a spark, that cast,
A beam of light,
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I'm leaving town tomorrow
Im leaving town for sure
Dont want to see your-
Sorry face no more, thats alright
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There behind the counter stood Frank
Born in the u.s.a
Frank, the gray Bozo
Who resided behind the counter
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He's a brown job, isn't he! ! !
It's his khaki uniform
That makes him seem, so
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Our love lay dorment
On a bed of lingering leaves
With them we will die
People will grieve
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A solitary man, who lived
Happiness was a cave
And in that cave
Was a solitary confinement
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