Margaret Alice Poems

Early Monday morning, wishing I were still in bed,
or alternatively, wishing I were already dead, but
here at my desk I don’t want to be, somehow it
seems to me that there must be another life, a
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-I had a special friend- said the crocodile
-an alligator who listened to what I said,
then he was invaded by a virus, probably
Kaspersky, maybe something else, now
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To change the world
we have to change
expectations and
beliefs
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Without love, affection and sensitivity, we feel
miserable and empty - But giving love without
expectations, respecting viewpoints without
superior self-righteousness, make us feel
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Looking for Mandingo, language of Liberia
and Mali, found alliterative languages
Maninka and Mandinka, saying aloud,
hearing a melody
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Need a chocolate, need to plop
a sweet delight into my mouth
to satisfy the urgent desire for
escape from being stuck in my
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Try reading this to calm your soul, to
enlighten your mind and elevate the
tone of life: The UNS aligned its United
Nations Development Framework
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The crocodile is stunned beyond rescue
of all saurian aplomb; payment request
handed to least derisive official, two
weeks gone, called today to determine
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I must discover the reason why
people created this here system
where inspiration is crunched,
freedom is lost, imagination is
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Sitting at work, dreaming of food - what else,
got hold of oats and coconut biscuits, creamy
white choc-filled, decided since I already felt
bad, might as well have some; tasted swell -
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