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Mr. Franklin "coined" that old saw, "A penny saved is a penny earned!"
I mused upon that fabled adage and for the olden days I yearned.
Then, a penny was worth a cent, but, alas, it ain't no more.
Ah! The myriad of things a penny could buy...

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What is love, can anyone explain it?
Is it something you can buy at the store?
If you could, how much would it cost?
Would it have a lifetime guarantee
What? No guarantee?
What if it breaks down within a short period of time
Well... you're just outta luck I'm afraid
But...

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Not till the loom was silent
And the shuttle ceased to fly
When history unrolled the scroll
And reveals the reason why.
The darkest thread as needful
In the weavers skilful hand
As the cloth of gold and silver
Of an industrious ruin greed had planned.
No amount of corporate education
Could quell our...

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pigs in the blanket
buy at the market
for some its dogs in dough
stuffed cabbage what I know...

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The Medieval vampire Blacksmith worked into the night
     Printing counterfeit money.
     Blacksmith, only one with metal safe
     To hold in storage town people's gold.

     The people gave him their...

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She Said
By Spidey Williams

She gave me a kiss followed by a long hug
With the words “Never will I betray your love”
I’m here with you to the very end 
As your grandmother and mother’s best-friend
I know you are scared to trust 
But I understand you’re not...

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A Rose by Any Other Name

Wouldn’t you know it
The French people rule
Inventing a pill
That makes farting cool
A wee little pill 
You take when you eat
So that gas from your cheeks
Smells ever so sweet
Violets or roses 
Or chocolate perfume 
Instead of foul odors
Permeate the whole room
They...

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A formation of stoned giants
An’ the pavement full of bodies
and reflected in the blinds  
men and women walking hotly.

Advertising shields they promise
in the heaven to take pleasure,
in a multistory hospice – folks – 
they cannot be at leisure.

Fumed flesh waits for a vacation.
‘Cause of...

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i stare at the screen
and hope my thoughts make sense in words
there's always some coherence in these poems
if only i could find it.

something seems to be missing from my picture
there's a smile
and eyes with laughter
and life in it
but i don't think
no, i'm sure
i'm not there.
and...

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Adolesence at its most obvious.
Soft whispers spoken under sweet smelling tree tops.
A moment is shared, but a life time passes.
Look back upon the cold quiet walks. 
Dream small as not to be dissapointed. 
Hope not, love fades as do ashes blow.
Birds chirp in shadowed trees.
Dreams...

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What is love, can anyone explain it

Is it something you can buy at the store

If you could, how much would it cost

Would it have a lifetime guarantee

What? No guarantee?

What if it breaks down within a short period of time

Well... you're just poop outta luck I'm...

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Impecunious news hunters on Oxford Avenue
Craned over newspapers spread on the floor
To gather ammunition about who knew
The last gossip about a politician shown the door 

By hacks in his political party for consorting with the sworn enemy
Sent to Coventry in corridors of power
Or which celebrity...

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Should See Stampede

Right now what is going through my mind?
A poem to think up and be able to find
Right words for lines I soon will write
Mull around in my mind, think that I might.

We all can surely seem to be so sensitive
And look like many...

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Cant you see?
I hate the way you stare
I love the way you cant win with me
I'm never going to smile at you as if I care
Like I don't have my walls up

So walk away
You cant change my mind  
I'm not some starving stray
You think...

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History is the mirror through which we see tomorrow. 
She is the apartheid portrait and silhouette of liberty in Port Elizabeth.
In Cairo, the pyramids would show you her hidden hollows.
Through the Niger River, she led Frederik Lugard to Lagos. 
She is the archeologist's land-mark of...

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