Best Campanella Poems

Reality - what it's really like, save paranoid
I'll attempt explaining, why I won't make eye contact
can't look you in thee eye, I'd rather be in...

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E-Z Glo Punk, Lightning Flash,
TNT Devices will burst, do crash
Southern Night, Piccolo Petes
       are hard to beat...

I like hand...

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This image of me, now so many years later
each year looking, I’ve found some imperfections
Mirror-mirror, why should I ask - my time won't last,
peering into...

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>>>>>>>>>  She was a tappin' to rhythmic tunes...
                ...

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I set out lookin' fer some way to scribe,
that wer' a different, en catch yarn ear
Well first I'd try, 'ee hollerin' a rhyme,
with all CAPS,...

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Everyone should have a secret place
where everything is so beautiful, you just belong
as peaceful as a day is long, an out of your usual pace,
sounds...

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Which - 'Witch' is which :)
 when a Bat doesn't need a ball to fly home,
 can’t tell a Black Kat from a black cat...

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We shouldn't be concerned why
      why is this sky so blue 
        ...

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Some like it hot,
                     ...

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Momma went trappin' till noon,
fer Ring Neck Ducks ~ en gone fishin',
        also trappin’ fat coon…
so she was...

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Last night when I went to bed...
 thought about what I'd said
      I was wrong,
     ...

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There once was a mouse that slipped off it’s pad
no problem - I’ll Click it back to where I was,
     ...

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My collie dog,
a mellon she has
 seen, there...
her feeling very
    Jolly...

my collie ate
 that mellon,
was filled with...
 melancholy,
  somehow...

Now my collie...

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Tossing out food is clearly a waste of money honey 
     maybe even immoral, not to donate would be a shame
         ...

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It may only be virtuality, but to me,
when I pick-up where I left off...
from that poem journal you sent,
Why: My dreamy eyes see yours...

Your voice...

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