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Adaptation of a 1930's black jazz tune, just for fun.
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we all remember our first best friend, and easily recognize who is our last ...
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some women call bad men dogs ... someone says 'who let the dogs out?' OR 'WHERE ALL MY DAWGS AT?' at and you go 'Woof, woof, woof!"
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written in 2/09 ... not a poem at all, just musings of a sort ...
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I’m love-tired now,
but so well groomed,
shaven clean of deceitful
wrong-word edges:
The too facile ‘ever,’..
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Clutching bedclothes tightly
stained with blood
her stomach cramping
her mind racing,
‘Gotta tell Mama’
‘Gott..
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Those who don't know are condemned as 'ignorant.' Ancient tales to explain are dismissed as 'myth.' But then there's THE WORD.
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Spoken word poetry. The need especially we have to express ourselves beyond what our words say on the page.
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another way to be a fool ...
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the speaker is someone you know .. believe me, he is
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