A troublesome find
To choose words well
Your strength of mind
Gone straight to hell
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She stood inside the school couloir
Soft skin bronzed, I stood in awe
Beech-y blond hair did incite
A kiss lesser the lane’s lamplight
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When I was a tadpole I was taught
About work ethics and the ethics of working
I was to become a doctor or a concert pianist
Anything less meant I was a failure
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Their only rehearsal for parenting was
The mimicry of their parent’s actions
And unfortunately
There is no dress rehearsal for life
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Nigh, ten eon dull abide
When, sterling spirits smile
And brown eyes glisten
Upon initial glance
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He was a grossly less than average, meager looking person.
Premeditatedly, he endeavored to make the working environment worsen.
He often fueled frustration and pushed people to desperation.
He was the proprietor of little intelligence and no special education. He wasn’t, particularly gifted in the art of communication.
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It was a bloody scorching Saturday in July
The sun was riding high, suddenly,
The heat changed the texture of the sky
The Greenland shelf had just slipped away!
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How agreeably I recall
Her ingenious style
The passion & chill
Of the corridor’s tile
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