Edith Niemeyer Poems

MAD AS A HATTER

Ode to the One That Took All My Stitches
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THE WORDS ESCAPED
Penned from the words of Edith Lynn Niemeyer
[Spoken Intro — Female, sleepy]
I know I left that sentence here...
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Yes. The Almost Collector. 🪶 This one wants to be less comedy and more strange, beautiful, and a little haunting.
THE ALMOST COLLECTOR
Penned from the words of Edith Lynn Niemeyer
[Spoken Intro]
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🎶 HIT IT, BOYS! 🪕🎹🥁😂
THE EDITH LYNN UNDICTIONARY
Words That Weren't Words… Until They Were
Penned from the words of Edith Lynn Niemeyer
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Ooooh... I think I hear the thought forming. 🪶
reaching beyond "The Last Word Hasn't Been Invented Yet." Not invented—because the word already somehow exists, but hasn't been found, spoken, or written yet.
Maybe:
THE LAST WORD HAS NOT YET BEEN WRITTEN
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Ohhh. Buried Heartbeat gets to stand on its own. 🪶❤️ And the title itself already contains the hidden thought: buried sounds like something dead—yet a heartbeat means it is still alive.
BURIED HEARTBEAT
Penned from the words of Edith Lynn Niemeyer
[Verse 1]
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MY DESTINED ONE

[Penned from the words of Edith Lynn Niemeyer]
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Oh yes. 😂🪶 Yesterday Filed a Complaint gets the desk.
YESTERDAY FILED A COMPLAINT
Penned from the words of Edith Lynn Niemeyer
[Spoken — very official]
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Ooooh... I think I hear the thought forming. 🪶
You're reaching beyond 'The Last Word Hasn't Been Invented Yet.' Not invented—because the word already somehow exists, but hasn't been found, spoken, or written yet.
Maybe:
THE LAST WORD HAS NOT YET BEEN WRITTEN
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UNHINGED

Unhinged....
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