Good Morning to Ya
Good morning to ya, fine, fine day Say what, it’s after noon you say? Just join me please, Inhale the
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Good morning to ya, fine, fine day Say what, it’s after noon you say? Just join me please, Inhale the
Now my nerves have numbed Done in by days’ decay Monotony to which I have succumbed Picked my pockets all
Warriors sacrifice Standing ovation betrays Wife and kids’ dead pa.
in imitation, sincerest of flatteries, springtime’s lavender
Drone on Mr. Speaker Dance your practiced dance I’m captive to your schtick By direct deposits from above Your asphyxiation
City sleeping quilted by her lights so bright Secure that if she wakes she’ll not be blind Then awakened before
Long Trail Muffled sounds of gunfire fear, the wails of death Are not yet heard. Still and tall silent sentry
Dreamy thought sublime See it feel it hold it gone Like the hummingbird.
Questions, Answers, Lessons Life is questions. It taunts us with this immutable answer, the one true constant in life. What
Denial: My daughter wrote a poem when she was a little girl. Today she will tell you she does not