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TBT apparently there is such a thing. "Throw Back Thursday". Well I'm throwing this out there again in the hope that someone will understand it.

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A Pome was requested – here it is

It was a hectic day at home, I was going about my work when all at once my dome went abuzz with the need to shirk and compose what I call a pome. And here, it, the pome, is, if this were a song this would be a bridge. The parking lot was paved And from many a yellow taxi Hey, the paradise was babed with many a girl with legs a maxi This is just me…

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Mistress in white and blue, my posts don’t excite you, my status provokes no comment. You give me the news and the homily and updates from the family. I have you on the laptop, I have you on the tablet, I have you on the phone, I have you in the office, I have you in the house, I have you in the car. You’re the first thing I log on to, You’re the last thing I…

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When I think about you When I dream about you I feel my heart go still I feel I’ve had my fill If I think about you If I dream about you I’m wasting my time Just blowing my mind So let’s just call it quits Let’s just say goodbye You’ll find happiness Comes from loneliness What I liked about you What I thought about you I was fooling my brain Wasn’t seeing the pain The aura…

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The boy on the beach in Goa Cried please bring me some more Beer if you please At twenty five rupees Here's my mug, please pour! or Further delay I will abhor! or Alcohol has not yet reached every pore! or Write your own line, you bore!

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Being There

Time passes in lonely discomfort. They sit together, far apart, watching without seeing flashing symbols of contemporary life.An age of reason, a feast of thought, a life of duty, a world hard fought, an eternity of action without reaction, speech without words, duty without reward, loyalty without reciprocation.The mind is numbed by thoughts of tomorrow, the chest contracts with waves of sorrow, Words unspoken, tightening shoulders dreams crash like waves on giant boulders.They had had good times…

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Two by Two

Hazy day Crazy play Cars on tar Jars on bar Bright sun Sight gun Funny crack Gunny sack Red blood Dead hood Heave ho Weave more Wail squeal Jail meal Rag Doll Sag Moll Volt Jolt Cold Mold Lazy Sway Hazy Day

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Portrait of the writer

The art of the writer is a precious thing. He writes for himself, but others are served. The heart of the blighter wants the woman to cling. He wants for himself the other thinks “perve!”. The part of the writer is a constant thing. It creates itself barbers conserve. The fart of the writer has a wonderous sting. He relieves himself the room is unnerved.

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The End

No one knows Where the love goes Shadows pale And men fail When the end comes No one cares To find out where Loving ends And minds bend When the end comes No one says What should be said Heros die And eyes lie When the end comes No one tries What should be tried The lips speak And brains freak When the end comes

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