Best Shilly Poems

He
kept his
powder dry-
and missed the ebb
tide....

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Move on you persnickety soul.
Normal doesn't  really exist.
Take leave oh inadequate power. 
For the doyen of your being shouts
halt! halt! halt!

This blanket does not warm you. 
The bed it has been made. 
But lying in it is your choice. 
Fly away fly away fly...

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