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Long lay the stick,
on the path I trod.
I'm sure you are saying,
this sounds quite odd.

Pick up the stick,
is what I would say.
No one else will,
at least not today.

Why all the fuss
about a broken stick?
If I am walking,
the stick I don't pick,

may cause me to stumble
doing a head plant,
nose face in the dirt.
No, I won't. I just can't.

Full of emotions,
it's hard to think
about tomorrow's
swim or sink.

Having strange dreams,
thoughts in my head.
Not a pleasant one,
snakes in my bed.

Frivolous, the talk
about a discussion
which was instrumental,
a Bass drum, percussion.

Oh, Rooster boy,
what's in your craw?
Did you just
fly in from Omaha?

Long he wandered,
searching, ever searching
for his once upon a time home.
He traveled the World for years,
writing about his travels.
He awkwardly wrote a poem.

Know not your name,
know not your home,
in a short time, you'll
be in an original Poem.

Out of the blue,
reaching for air.
Realizing then,
didn't know where.

Stepped on a branch,
made too much noise.
Stop with your drinking,
when out with the boys.

Why do I care,
when I'm by myself,
so here I sit, lonely,
The Elf on the shelf.

Now I'm alone,
what should I do?
You're looking for me,
I'm looking for you.

Snowed last night,
lovely to see,
making travel difficult.
Snow driving not for me.

Along came a horseman,
not on a horse I could see,
but driving his pickup,
like you and me.

Conversations brisk.
A smash in the mouth,
indication the discussion
was now headed South.

I was walking,
my thoughts were dread,
no reason, unknown,
I have hoofprints on my head.

Was I in error,
in a Reindeer right of way
or perhaps I was hit
by a one horse, open sleigh?

The ball bounced funny,
for it was quite flat,
while the noise it made,
sounded like a "splat."