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If wheat has a germ,
can you become sick
or is it an expression,
like, "thick as a brick"?
"Don't put all your
"eggs in one basket,"
or is it, a "tisket a taskset?
When a door is ajar,
is it still a door?
If you close the shutter,
how do you throw up the sash?
Seem like doing it this way,
would bring a loud crash.

As my youngest Son,
is want to say,
"We all have an
expiration date, then go away."
An interesting thought, as I see,
a rapid approach to my senility.
Put a robe on my shoulder,
place me facing the Sun,
wipe the drool from my mouth,
and your day is now done.

A motely creature,
a holey Goat,
came to visit us
and eat what he could.
It was everything in his sight,
every plant and some wood.
Go away, Goat, let us be,
you're not included in our menagerie.
" I know," said the Goat,
"for I can talk, you see,
is that a Lilac bush
or just a small tree?"
"I'll be on my way, as you can see
for I didn't care for your hospitality."
With a shake of his head
and a flip of his tail,
he strode away from me.
He was an odd colored Goat
going away from me.

Do you think
Teddy Bears
fight at night?
Wouldn't it be
a wonderous sight?

There was always a closeness,
there was always a chance,
when your very first encounter,
was your very first dance
and would lead to a young lads
opportunity, for an awkward romance.

Why is my head
spinning with words?
Is something wrong?
Don't be absurd,
cries a thought
deep in my head.
Go back to sleep.
Go back to bed.

Sip from the nectar;
fruit from the vine.
Savor every moment,
while tasting all the wine.

A lost love,
a rendezvous.
You never showed;
somebody new?

When life is uncertain.
When the joy is gone,
will you still love me?
I'll sing a sweet song,
a song of redemption
is all that I know,
so without further adieu,
I dedicate this song,
directly to you.

One,
is a number,
also a sound,
which ends with
the final countdown.

Two,
also a number
of one plus one,
which totals two
when you are done.

Three,
also a number,
important to me.
The month
of your birth,
in our history.

Four,
a number,
broad in scope,
remember now,
don't be a dope.

Five ,
is a number.
Cinco to you.
A fifth
when a quart
won't do.

Six,
a number
of a five and a one.
A half a dozen,
isn't this fun?

Seven,
a number,
total days in
a week.
A lucky number
is what we want.

Eight,
a number,
a doubling of four,
eighter from Decatur,
I'll say no more.

Nine,
also a number,
which will shine,
an upside down
six, most of the time.

Ten,
is a number,
the top
of the chain.
An end
to this
writing.
Say you're
a Ten,
then walk away.

The music was loud,
so obnoxious here.
What did you say?
It's noisy and I can't hear.

Gosh, my writing,
looks sort of weird.
Is that a sanity issue
or a rumor I've heard?