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A song,
He sang,
Was sung,
for hours
in the
car and
in the
hot shower.

You think you're cute.
I know that you do.
You still have my love
and your friend does too.

Stay away from your window.
Don't look out your door,
for there are temptations, outside
looking for you once more.

She was a
big, bottomed girl,
I saw ahead of me.
Not an exception, of course.
It was the rear of my horse.

Shut the door,
turn out the light,
my power usage
is now out of sight.

To heat the air,
from outside to in,
makes little sense,
so let us begin.

Turn off the lights,
when you exit a room.
Close the door,
avoiding the air leak
and of energy costs,
of which we speak.

When you are writing,
there are some things,
which cause a big ripple.
It is the elusive use of
the dangling participle.

My love for another,
is not what you think.
There is no carousing,
or imbibing in drink.
A newfound affection,
the four legged kind,
your newest companion,
a loyal one too.
Here is a, new
puppy for you.
A small Pug,
will have to do.

This World we live in,
by the grace of God,
is best enjoyed
on top of the sod.

When you free wheel your words
like you did, in your verse,
you leave room for failure
and for the adverse
reaction of others like you
who have little talent,
knowing not what to do.

My mind is dry,
it thirsts for words.
I hear a sigh,
Isn't that absurd?
Your mind won't
quench this thirst
but you can try
something else first.
Try fertilizing your brain
with words abstract
and you will miss the train
as that is a matter of fact.

She was a tall drink of water,
is what we would say,
when seeing a tall, athletic woman,
dressed in her finest array.
Not trying to be disrespectful, back then,
my friends were young and free,
engaging in discussion of our fantasy.
There was little money, as we were in school
and our imagination, was our only tool.

I have noticed, of late,
when I walk,
I'm not walking straight.
A small loss of balance,
but no dizziness there.
No vertigo or St Vitus Dance,
I wobble like a crooked wheel,
walking with small steps,
as a doddering old fool.
There isn't any pain,
at least nothing I feel
Perhaps this new two step
is a version of a Virginia Reel.