Long Possibles Poems

"It’s Raining, It’s Pouring"
It’s raining, it’s pouring
The old man is snoring
He bumped his head
And went to bed
And didn’t get up till morning.

Shivers 'me Timbers
truth be told tune's like old
day had grew night he knew
possibles here...

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LEGEND: GH - Glenn Hughes          JL - Jon Lord/Lordy

GH: "Oh Lordy!"
JL: "Heil!"
GH: "How'd ya like puffin' that magic."
JL: "Bugs is outta the hat, man, -- so...

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When storm clouds roll in
Raining down on your parade
Just shake it off like a shaggy dog
Don't sit like a frog on a log
Lift your head up high to Mister Storm
Drive him away with your glowing...

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âge de transition

à l'âge de la transition
ce qu'elle voulait, c'était une manière
à,
elle voulait sortir de l'étreinte de sa mère,
elle voulait sortir de la maison de son père,
elle voulait sortir de sa petite ville très bien...

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My unseen dreamy feelings awakes my dream
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Republicans and Democrats, democracy’s a joke.
Capitalism is the key to how our engine’s stoked.

The rich swap hats and argue that they know what’s best for folk
The corporations buy House and Senate, then they sit back...

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there is a place far not from us all
where visions are clearer than shining moon
dreams brighter than rising sun
and hopes surer than breaking dawn

A place where you and I could rise
rise aloft, furthest of the...

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The cold calls were upsetting at first,
after a while, I almost wished for the 
heavy breathing silence.

It was satisfying to think of someone 
on the other end sighing disgustedly
at my own mechanical voice message.

Later I...

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The cold calls were upsetting at first,
after a while, I almost wished for the
heavy breathing silence.

It was satisfying to think of someone
on the other end sighing disgustedly
at my own mechanical voice message.

Later I imagine that...

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Hundred million K' away neighbour, Mars
     Hovers bolognese smeared brother, ice brick
     Fondness for possibles although bizarre
     Intoxicate screw loose hair brained psychic


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A good part of the day is night,
In at the beginning, there at the end,
Like another kind of dark called death.

But whenever to our father's house,
Some nighttime crossing in a yellowed light,
To hold yourself against...

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Terror pure terror
The dog on the other side of the fence
A pit bull
With an attitude
Reminds me of my first wife
She would like to get hold of my leg
And hold on till I bled dry
That’s why...

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Let my son stand at the table of Life
sit in the seat of Wisdom 
with ever open Arms 
fingers of ready Consent
eyes of empath Sight and
a tongue of prose Impeccability
lips of passionate lovelorn Truths
shouldering resolute...

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