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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required LARRY LaVELLE i call myself the man it is not a pick-me-upper it ain't no do-re-me it is just the way i feel about myself i call myself the man one woman still loves me after 30 years of experience in narcissism philosophy she just shakes her head and smacks me in the back of mine then she asks me if i want my eggs scrambled with cheese i just laugh at her and say 'yes mam' she smiles bashfully as i check her out like we're 16 again oh she knows it like her favorite classic movie i will find out how much she knows it later on tonight the moral of this poem is....i call myself the man.... STUTTERSTEP STEVENSON i call myself Bountifully Blessed i was a bully's dream all through school from the pulling of my permanaps to the sock stolen from my feet....my story was etched in autobiographical filing my growth became stunted....until you picked me up and dusted me off through your smile, i was inspired to grow stronger from there....i was introduced to a New World through your eyes as a result, i, stutterstep stevenson, was able to find my niche look at us now....thirteen years of marriage later....you are still causing me to trip all over myself it still make you giggle in the very same way even since then, i left the right avenue of stressed the moral of this poem is....i call myself Bountifully Blessed POETIC LEFTY i call myself unconditionally loved papa strange had a firm hold on me put blinders on my self esteem yes he did unbeknownst to me, my usual appearance in constant continuum was looked at as defiance i can't be me if i can't be myself how the hell could i exist trying to be like someone else it has always been comfortable on my street every now and then some taggers came along and tried to redecorate however all surfaced on this block was self-cleaning the same smile was worn on my face when i greeted the roadblock rambler hello somewhere down the line papa strange moved on to one more vulnerable and gullible i prayed for that next victim to the Wonderful God Above though it may not show in my solo forward motion, i am indeed consumed by unconditional love....
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