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It was back before then,
as one was want to say.
It was there it began,
the refrain of a sad day.
A day that will dwell
in all annals of time.

"The annals of time?"
she said with a smirk
"Are you some kind
of a literary jerk?"

The event that happened,
"Can you not even see,
will live on forever,
on this day of infamy.

Where will you go
or must I surmise,
you will be gone
before the next sunrise?

A Rose is a Rose
unless when you bought,
you find your Rose
a Forget Me Not.

A dream perhaps,
of time spent with thee.
I had been away,
far across the Sea.
We partied, dancing until dawn,
until we both started to yawn.
No sleep, that was easy to see,
for I must go to work
to earn money again,
so we can go dancing
on this new dawning day,
for we were quite young
and we will just have to play.

I do not like this pen of mine
for the written word is much too fine.

Eating an ice cream cone,
when a drip went down my chin,
to hit my shirt; a spot alone.
I muttered, "Oh no, not again."
Don't worry. Stop making noise,
for all old folks are wearing,
their food stained clothes.

A sudden glimpse.
A perked up nose,
flashing of eyes,
do you suppose,
there is a smile?
Lips like a Rose,
a lovely chin
and now I know,
the heart within,
is beating slow.
A laugh as well,
a tinkling sound
of a silver bell
and so profound.
Hair of color gold,
invites you to
be very bold.
Don't go; Please stay.
She gets up
and walks away..

I feel as if there is something
wrong with me.
I'll soon find this out
with a syscoscophy.

I went to a bar to get a drink,
for sometimes it helps me to think.
It was a dark, quiet, just before noon.
When I looked to my left there was a Baboon.
"Do I know you?", I said to he.
"I don't believe so, although I see
a resemblance of an old friend of mine,
who knew me when young and was kind
to me and family at that time of my life
and was the place I first met my wife."
That was the Baboon, relating to this old man,
of what his life was and how it began.
I was captured and removed from my family;
taken to a place where I could no longer be
with from my friends and others like me.
So I became lonely, very much like thee.
I thought a little as I remembered that refrain,
so I said, "My friend, are you pulling my chain?"

I begrudge you not
your round of golf, so
when I see you,
I want you to go
to a warm place
very deep, down below.

You're a flea on the back
of this World of ours.
You need to be scratched;
Sent on your way.
You may not with me agree,
but just now, please go away.

The worst thing said,
The worst thing heard,
"Get off your high horse
And join the Herd."