thomas bbb Poems

abble she know
abble she doe
try to cut the trees
try to poison the breeze
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remember the day?
yes, the day de da day
while apples were rolling
out of some bag
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pfil, where are?
or i am frantic.
believe in now;
it's hard what i'm after
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it's so confusing
what we was
what were we
before
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drink a beer
shed a tear
get in gear
write something down
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the walnut is silly
again, again
dug out this one's chilly
oh, friend; oh, friend
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jolly ole jelly roll
handlebar facially haired
factor in the hearing impaired
factor in who've lost their legs
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There’s a gate
To keep travelers and drunkards from rolling down a hill
But YOU can walk thru it
you can ride this town
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your face triggers inside of me
oceans and t.v.

could call it a curling up
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everything crack away at the concrete
no, i'm not concrete
away with myself
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