Short Roun Poems

I asked the government to help that day
and got the sidewalk ginned
But soon the train took all attention
and now the budget's thinned

So I can say I've seen the world
but had to leave my town
Because the sidewalks don't exist
and Mayor's can't come roun...

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Tempted fruit too young to peel
Juicy in hormones ripe qith heat
A time has approached of the wild fruit
Farmers nourish but can't keep vines from growing
Roun' melons on high,
Bananas too long, apples intertwined between two colors
Shiny and dull, 
All over scented citrus peaks from its rhine...

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Watching my love from afar
He never once noticed my happiness with him
Couldn't even call
When I feared in the late hours
Death might have phoned his soul
No reconciliation for the female adore
That I never once heard of
But I bet she wasn't me
Who is this obscure scent hanging roun' bout your collar
Hearken to me your broken-hearted truths...

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THE BIRD

all dat jazz
no one but cool
unerstan

an cool be playin
playin it fast
rest on us jis sit    lisen

bird don wave roun
eyes don even move
but he be burnin up tempo

he be in dat smooth place
where kids go
to dream

all dat jazz
bird be blowin
right back on his sax

we don unerstan
but love it
when he take us along

Dave Austin...

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Rasta ringnride
Hop up; get inside
Travel roun da town
Hear some funky sound
Me bus me pride an joy
Me music don't annoy
Me keep it in me head
Me sings it in me bed.


I travel all roun town
To ferry sick and lame
The people phone,
I pick them up
No other bus the same.

I drive me bus for Africa
When I'm in Sollihull
I drive me bus for freedom;
me bus in wondeful !...

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graying unto the skyline
past confusion blues and misty mountaintops
way up high, where the fowls play for hours on end
I breath out and watch the smoke swirl and dance roun' each letter
The frosty dew has yet to disappear for the day
Stray cats lingering through the trashbins, catchin' last nights meal
All the while I'm stuck in a dreary morning
reaching out for sun, but it has yet to succumb to my needs...

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“Butcher Bob” a good guy but you never can tell
Delivers my steaks at my new place by the well
Meet the gals Smith and Wesson
Here to teach y’all a good lesson
But Bob's resolve’s so strong he can send you to hell

We’re both entrepreneurs and are new in town
Meeting with Mayor Tom, that’s why the gals are ‘roun
Most kind folksy cowboys and gals 
Those two earlier my new pals
I hear the Mayor’s tough on those who wear a fools crown...

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