Bill Grace Poems

Three eyes glowing in the dark
two are yellow the red one's stark
this was no walk in the park
I punched yellow out
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Some poems are fillers
Think I'll desist
Believe it is not worth the risk
That Phil Hartman's gift taught me
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My daughter's sneaker lives upon the porch
For marauding cats it is a style of torch
That tells them they must not cross the line
To live and eat and fight where life is more sublime
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I am off camera
She is a prisoner – stewing
That a device for her feeding
Is not being properly administered
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Given death is a
no - no
I recommend we amend
things to say:
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The clerks
were well aware
that the label
was purple.
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My friend says to me:
“Write a happy poem.”
Not being sure where they come from
I say
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When Leon Panetta gets negatively in the news
For too many tax payer trips home
I congratulate him
Not for bringing down Osama Bin Laden,
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She enjoys her work.

You can tell by the way:
She moves her arms
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The beautiful country blonde
in the Burger King
did not get
to speak
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