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Banana Boogie

, Peeling a luscious banana, ah! And swinging from arm to arm, In these luscious jungle trees. Inhaling a clean, Spring breeze You humans, cogitating and worrying, Cannot even conceive of the joyous life and freedom, Of being a monkey! We wear no masks as you looney humans do! We worry not about drones as some of you are so given to. We are not prize driven,like some of you. No poisons are to our systems shot. That gives you geniuses, heart rot! We mingle as we wish! We are not obedient, blind fish, Yes, indeed,we may not be as intelligent or attractive as you! But we are not under lockdown by power mad humans~like you. No Fauci creepazoids on our land dare roam! For we would chase him back to you! To live in the land of iPhones and those insufferable, endless bullets,                 6/5/2021 .

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Date: 6/13/2021 6:54:00 AM
The humor in this poem was creative and mad me laugh!
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Panagiota Romios
Date: 6/13/2021 8:06:00 AM
Funny, I agree. And will accept the creativity in your most intelligent and observant poetic comment, my Friend! Pangie xx
Date: 6/6/2021 9:21:00 AM
Oh to be an ape man lol, reminds me of that song, apeman by the kinks. Tom
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Panagiota Romios
Date: 6/7/2021 7:47:00 AM
Darn! Do not know that song Tom Pangie xx
Date: 6/5/2021 1:57:00 PM
LOLs, Pangie! To be as free and stress free as the apes! You make some very insightful thoughts in this one! I love bananas - I keep them in stock and Vera used to say that I was eating so many that my knuckles were beginning to drag on the ground like our gorilla cousins!
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Panagiota Romios
Date: 6/7/2021 7:45:00 AM
Hysterical.what Vera said to you..ROFLMAO, Freedom is not important here,, how sad. I try to get the message across., even in light form..a loss. The message sinks in quicksand! A tragedy to me. Poets define reality. But no,,,,they let reality, define them and their future, Thank you..,Pangie xx

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