July eighteenth in 64’
Of the Common Era
Play Nero, play upon the lyre
While Rome Is fed into the fire
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Thank you, friends, for coming here,
and sitting quietly,
While I read the sixteenth draft
of my apology.
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The gates of hell were opened wide
and beckoned me within.
Alas I can’t read all the signs
Because my name’s not “Chin”
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Twenty miles, then twenty miles,
then twenty miles again.
We’ll keep on walking, day by day,
towards breast cancer’s end.
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I think that I shall never see
a better Carbon Sink than M.I.T.’s
It helps keep green house gas at bay
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Thank you, Lord, for the simple pleasures of this autumn day.
My morning coffee's aroma still lingers in the air.
I sit and watch as a troupe of skiffs navigate the windy bay
And the mighty oak beside my house begins to shed its care.
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It was the role of a Lifetime, but she couldn't accept.
She passed on the chance with a twinge of regret.
It was clearly off Broadway but it would have run long.
A role some would die for, but the timing was wrong.
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The chessboard is patterned in onyx and white.
Yellowed ivory are the pieces she plays.
The King is in Jeopardy; her options are few;
Death's Jet pieces are against her arrayed.
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I wasn't meant to be like this.
I wasn't born this way.
I started out an optimist,
Not one draped in shades of grey.
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Karma finds you eventually,
Sometimes while drinking a fine Chablis.
George Zimmerman is back in the news,
with sour grapes that left a bruise.
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