This currant, while sun-faced
River's, sparkles optimistic
That's calmly hypnotized
Mirrors that flow, as all
The demeanours lit up have been
A mind's, now tranquilized.
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There was once a man who never had a for a year
He was fine other than a big fat belly full of crap
Myself its been three days since I dropped one
I wonder if I’ll be that man to last a year without ting
Make it a year and a day or even two years
Getting me a Guinness World Record
And place in the history books for not ting
Those barsterwads, who say Jimmy is full of, are right
But imagine when it pops out a truck load of crap
Dedicated all to you my demeanours and provocateurs
Till that grand time I’ll just keep eating and smiling :)
a sense
of persons past
in fallen shapes
abandoned
delineated
woven
distilled demeanours
brooding
vulnerable
in
precise
posture
novel partial
insights
personal
prejudice
implied
casually contrived
yet
inherent
subordinated
in
the
dispassionate eye
I am never going to accomplish the fame
Sweet of the rose is in the name it bears
Things are not only what they really claim.
Not to be writ on a roster I have a name
It has been given by god and my parents
I am never going to accomplish the fame.
My neighbours have given me a name
By my appearance, walking in the airs
But things are not only what they claim
My enemies have given me a name
Judging me by corporate demeanours
I am never going to accomplish the fame.
I have names by vices, virtues and blame
Given by my love, life, work and death
But things are not only what they claim.
I am never going to accomplish the fame.
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