A Monster in the Sack

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Merry Fucking Christmas

(Quietly and surreptitiously murmured to _T'was The Night Before Christmas_) T'was the end of October, 3-1 to be clear And the end of the Halloween season drew near A little man sat, all in red on his throne And stomped his right hoof as...

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The Round Trip

I was just taking doc's rhyming dictionary for a spin. - - - he had little will to live much longer: they wanted to make the chemicals stronger. they'd take him in their giant paws, hook him to machines, staunch with gauze.

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Alone

Am I alone? The only one who had never known Of the gift that was given to all but my own A strange comfort; The boon of knowing That everything was to stay And that nothing was going To be secure in your thoughts and ideas That there was...

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The Twelve Lewds of Christmas

So, shouldn't the thing that happened have at least referenced, or rhymed with some part of that? "[i]look, i couldn't think of anything fun that rhymed with piping, okay?? are you really gonna complain?

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Her Secret Passion

Lily was singing a song, it a poor rhyming tune, more like a chanting short and strange little rhyme.

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With a heart so big...

"poems, so full of wonder and love, soaring higher than a flock of dove, speaking in rhymes and verses, nothing comes close in power versus, gentle yet strong, and yet so rarely wrong, poems drive our hearts, working all the fitted parts!"

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Lost Silhouettes

Skies painted grey Day after day Steeped in sorrow Never departing Not until morrow; A place A space A paradise A thing of mystery An escape from the melancholy But where oh where has morrow flown to? Departed from this place Leaving not a...

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Unimportant Verse 5

I know i cannot hope to offer much but word on cloying word, dull rhymes i strain to proffer: small flowers, small gifts, camaraderie.

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My Daydream

A living picture of rhymes and games, characters and people, possessing no names. flying through the air, not leaving the sofa. traveling through space, without lifting a finger. back into the times, of the dinosaur's reign.

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