Too much may make one mad
(yet, too little can be as bad) .
The more that you think (and think and think)
the more you forget to wash - - you stink!
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Touch of thin silk
the color rose
bed steeped in the
scent of her repose
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Silence or screams,
no in-between...
a hard place to grow,
with nothing to know
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Dreck writes itself,
caring not, says 'What the heck'
to all this rot - - that is, the thought
that words can mean an awful
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Open up
Lose that fear
Take a chance
Won't you, this year
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It is funny, isn't it,
how fast one can go
from joy to sorrow
down life's twisty road.
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What is a good guy, she wanted to know.
The other said, 'In my experience, 'tis he
who never hits you whether high or low;
he comes home from work to watch TV;
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hope dies hard, it is said
always I agreed
knowing this truth for myself
but
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Catching your eye as we stroll through the crowd
I squeeze your hand and whisper...
Watching a movie packed tight with strangers
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