Long Cross town Poems

Public service announcements seem to not work any more.

The stress of our circumstances seem to confirm our righteousness.

We never listen to anybody but we listen to our pity.

We praise and glorify the same thing that...

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It was a magical time.  It was youth and exuberance; It was excitement and discovery; it was innocence. It is now just memory, ah, but once it was the reality of sunshine and butterflies....

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POEM " GOLDEN ARCHES " by martin gedge

A billion mounds of revenue to satisfy the man
a building block won't stop the Kroc to monopolize the brand
across a thousand countries just to occupy the land
and prey...

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no man is an island, 
part of the continent i believe thee to say
well some have chosen a peninsula 
free of cross-town traffic
friends are few and far between
we treasure our own thinking
less the frivolous conversations
with...

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How long it's been? A million years. 
Since we last spoke, it seems.

Like lil' Engine thought he could
My engine's out of steam.

I found you once, you moved cross  town;
I knocked up on your door.

You...

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Down here in this little country
Town

Everybody friendly

No, I don’t think so

On the corner of vine and north
Sit’s a crack head

Asking for spare change

To buy some food

When they spot clear out, I
Think he forgets

Or the store...

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Can this really be year fifty-five that we now celebrate
That day of endless pleasure in your Hard-Top Eighty-Eight?
Old Fred had said to see him wed I’d have to bring a date
Then you were there with...

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It was gettin' late,
bot dere was one ting, I've been wantin ta see
Is whot ever 'appened to Wee Luck McGee
So by nature I traveled, to the pub way 'cross town
pulled up a stool and laid...

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Try not to get caught in a sooty coal scuttle
Or trying to rip off your local cross-town shuttle,
Be especially careful to remove your shoes
Before getting into your best friend’s canoes.
Never talk out of turn in...

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Her face
Her haunting eyes
   The luscious red lips...

Shuffling midst leaves between his feet
  Meandering emotions of desire
A fog in his head, swimming upstream
  Then lifting, replaced by the pure heat of...

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Jimi was crazy in his days of purple haze
 Getting tossed with the sauce
 As a mouse is stuck in its maze
 Had screaming sounds with his guitar
 He was a shooting star
 Never will...

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