Best Barge Right In Poems

Pride prolongs a fall when schemes drop into the dust.
and though your heart is hurting your mind feeds on worldly lust.
And when foolish plots fall apart and laughs become the means most tried.
The shades of evening are drawn and closing, shadows hide your empty pride.

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Who is this, at my door
No more guests can I endure
With shallow eyes and a solid brow
I will let you in, but not yet, not now

The time will come for us to embrace
The music of voices at first interface
It will be near, it will be...

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Why can’t he get away from that mirror? Miss Piggy wondered.
He seemed to be fixated on it like a show horse encumbered.
The magic mirror was for her to primp and preen, was it not?
Are you finished there? She asked, her kindest voice a big thought.

Peter...

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