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Means nothing to you
But it means a lot to me.
It means that my mind
Was so full of ycjfrdnkigfgi
That I found it hard to write poetry.
So if your not inspired
Take my example
And turn “nothing” into anything at all.
You choose the meaning
Of the nonsense you see,
Which I think is pretty darn tlpwgueall.
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Udders and spots and bells and poo:
These are the things that remind me of you.
And whenever I miss your voice or your smile
I drink some milk and remember a while.
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Most people I know are selfish;
Not greedy, just focused on “me.”
What they don’t understand is the concept
That there are other fish in the sea.
Moreover they try to persuade
By saying “this would help me a lot.”
But unless you’re in love or in debt
Help the other guy, your thing does not.
So think when you ask for a favor
“What is in it for them.”
It will deflate tour head for a while,
And from small heads do all good things stem.
*This absolutely is.
Today we honor those who died
By doing what they would have done.
We barbecue and drink a few
And hopefully sit in the sun.
And perhaps you visit some graves
And leave your flowers, coins, or tears
To remember the brave who served
Over many hundreds of years.
But we also ought to recall
The causes that lead to each war.
Ask if the state of our nation
Was what all those headstones fought for.
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This day, 60 years ago
My dearest Mom was born,
Her infant eyes already wise,
Her heart devoid of scorn.
She gazed upon the world
And I know just what she thinkt:
“I hope these fantastic dinosaurs
Will never go extinct.”
16 years later was her first job
Bottling wine and building pyramids.
She’s had a lot of jobs since then
(You might say she’s had myriads).
A smaller number of years ago,
(Precisely 23),
My mother gave birth to the warmup kid
Who she had three years before me.
And when I was born, her lengthy life
Was instantly fulfilled.
I love you ma, and T-Rex agrees,
Even though by a meteor he was killed.
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Tepid was the water,
And I sought to make it hotter
So I could relax beneath the stars.
Thus to complete my mission
I tried nuclear fission.
In hindsight I may have gone too far.
But I warmed the lake quite well,
And the neighbors will never tell
Cause they all are radioactive and dead.
Still, my relaxing has to wait,
For it appears to be my fate
That these Mothras keep flying around my head.
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I met a man in an alley,
Seven feet tall, 400 lbs.
He’d just finished his UFC event,
Winning after 19 rounds.
So sure, I look like a pussy
Compared to that guy of seven feet,
But what can I say? At the end of the day
You are what you eat.
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I took a shot
At being hot,
But let’s just say
I still am not.
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Last night I went spelunking
And I got to do some thunking
About my life, my hopes, my dreams, my fears,
And just like a stalactite
I found my life had not been upright
But full of hanging out and wasted years.
Then a rock fell on my head
And I found out I was dead,
So I lay for many years down in the damp.
But my life derived its meaning
When some other cavers came careening
And saw a dusty pile of human bones.
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Some Texan ghosts have moved in;
To dance with them they want us.
It makes me feel special somehow
To say they polka haunt us.
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