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Did you hear about the time the Doc was on the clock?
Apparently an actor took a shot
At the President who was enjoying the theater in a special spot
Being popular knowing the right team had won
Waiting for revenge carrying a smoking gun
This stage performer
Made the country stop everything to be mourners
Got his way when the civil war leader was in the corner
Unlike the President who took it in the head
Theatrically this toy fled
Since he was not dead
A farmhouse destination he did run
Looking desperately for a fan to help him after what he had done
And the Doc let him in
To tend to his sin
With a scream and shout
His trained vocals let it out
Biting the bullet once again
Due to anger he could not defend
Today honest Abe sits in a marble cast
Reminding us of our checkered past
Next time when you are sitting in a diner’s booth
Feeling like you want to hit the roof
Remember hitting and running is the way of the game
While scoring a goal brings fame not shame
Playing fair
Makes people care
And they will come back to be there
Nice partners clapping the activity production they both share
A choreographed athletic entertaining love affair
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Somewhere there is a system
If one decides to study and listen
Finding global position
To finish its mission
Here we go shooting for the moon
Showing the kids lovely cartoons
And teaching them of a big blue marble
Such a life full of marvel
Then later in the day
There are sports all over the world they say
Using a satellite link
This is great the post-Vietnam innocent does think
For into space
Visual communication technology builds its case
Now in the two thousands
Mostly climbed this planet’s mountains
It is the darkness that has us eager to explore
Trying to open a mysterious door
This is how it goes
Being a super power you know
We are the best
From all the rest
Having beauty and brains
In our arsenal of gains
And paths to peacefully complain
But there seems to be something wrong
With our patriotic song
Did we over play our moralistic hand?
Helping others take a stand?
Or was it the fantasy we love to boast
Celebrating modernization coast to coast
On this Fourth of July
When we recount separation from King George’s lies
Let’s rehabilitate the red, white and blue patient
And make it a healthy nation
First prescription is respect and trust
Second would understand others without a fuss
If we can handle that
Not acting like spoiled brats
Our goals may come alive
Returning to the energy that is giving the best try
While exhibiting the all American rally cry
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What I really wanted to do was
Have a little fluffy buzz
All the flashing lights
Were ever so bright
In the evening night
The carpet ever so red
Does it know how much I am in debt?
Hopefully this roll will work
There will be food on my fork
Trying to make it here
Wondering how many guys are watching with a six pack of beer
But I will be a star
Not at some local rural bar
Instead on the wooden screen
Where everyone will pay attention to my fearful scream
You see I am in the first scene
This is my modeling dream
To get knocked off
While making out in the barn loft
Reading scripture
In a moving picture
Scheduled for a limited run
At midnight everyone will have fun
Only a few minutes my character will be done
Venturing outside the big city
Acting enthusiastic and witty
Then tomorrow I will head to another gig
Pitching household goods or the Christmas pig
Getting away with my good looks
While reading way too many books
Wondering if I should study how to cook
Then I can appear talking in the morning
Career now is really soaring
Offers start coming in
Celebrity status accompanied with a shot of gin
Reclining back in my director’s seat
Reflecting about the time when I was innocent and sweet
Those were precious memories indeed
Since that was when they planted my bad seed
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I see you
Eyes as soothing and true
A calming voice
Needed amongst the bustling noise
I see you
My life is not through
I cannot move
But you are keeping me cool
I see you
I am scared here
I need the comfort like a stuffed teddy bear
I see you
Earlier today I was a fool
Trying something I was not supposed to do
But you are here not on a break
Tending to those who are starting to wake
First thing one sees
Coming out of the darkness minus the colorful dreams
A bright light
Due to the reality of sight
Triggering an honest feeling to let out a scream
If you know what I mean
Then I see you
And the calming image too
Days later in my hospital bed
Feeling grateful that I am not in the morgue, dead
I watch the Hudson River boats
Knowing this situation was not my fault
Getting ready to go home
To recuperate from these broken bones
I see you
After that serious boo boo
I was alone
And you had that healing tone
I see you
And I am back healthy studying at school
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Have you ever wondered?
Being in an adult blunder
A reason for going to class
Besides the well-known intellectual pass
Is it to learn the alphabet?
Addition subtraction you may get
Going to the swing set for fun
After morning school work is done
Lessons get tougher
Recesses physical education play is rougher
Dissect a frog
Read the Odyssey Greek log
Experience another language like English Shakespeare
Experimenting wiping your first ‘in love’ tear
Relationships come along
Figuring out who is really in the wrong
Respecting alternative lives
Not giving a bother to the neighbors who are two husbands or wives
Going off to a higher level
Where some are angels others are devils
Sharing dorm rooms
Walking back from the library under the moon
Having a serious set back
And a fraternity support with a paddy whack
Sorority sisters are all right
Waiting for a passionate slobbery bite
Four years later you turn your tassel
Return to Mom and Dad’s castle
Food on the table
Free cable
First job
Is an easy lob
Getting a start
Pushing the mail cart
Reality has no happy hour
Invited to the executive lounge to be introduced to power
Boss gets nailed
You end up in jail
Who pays the bail?
Parents docking from a vacation sail
Life is cruel
Is the golden rule
Stay independent
Avoid resentment
Enjoy the short time here
By passing another six pack of Corona Beer
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They are on the final stage
Of being in their Nascar cage
Soon they will leave the Daytona sun
And under the lights this car racing contest will be done
After putting up with the rain
It is time to deal with the pit crew game
Check the gas and the glass
Along with the discount tires needed to go fast
Since right on the heels is the Pennzoil shell
Who is trying to make all this gel
Pushing a little harder on the pedal made things go
And Shell Oil was a leader during this east coast happy hour show
As many laps and miles went by
Everybody seemed to be enjoying this sunshine state ride
Kroger might have had a spin and those chocolate candy nuts still wanted to win
It was on lap 184 that discount tires found themselves headed for the exit door
There four wheels lost control in this event
Sending many to the emergency tent.
When returned the laps were showing only ten
Oscar Meyer still was on top to defend
Ketchup and mustard were not needed
Only some grueling time of something called competing
Down the wire the seventy-seven set off such a fire
But nevertheless
It was the fed express
Who got there working overtime
Making sure they were first over the checkered line
But the show was not over since there was one last out of control car schtick
Performed as a Nascar trick.
After finishing the race Oscar Meyer made its case
Let’s flip the bun
To see if there is any ketchup left when the stunt is done.
Up in the air they went
Coming down feeling really spent.
At this hour it is in God’s hands and he is in charge
Of this Nascar star.
But all in all, the Daytona meet stayed with in the law
Sending the circus to Las Vegas where they are here to gamble money
Not the stock car who is there true honey.
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Once there was an average Joe
You may know
Named Poe
Having a soul stirring heart
To start
He did his society part
Right up until riding in the Poe edict funeral cart
Telling tales
Artistic, entertaining, informative daily mail
Appearing in the newspaper without fail
Ghostly guilt-ridden windy gales
Published to scare
Those blowing hot air
Some may state
This historical great
Enjoyed a night where drinking
Clouded his mind no longer clearly thinking
Sun scribe was found dead
Reason reported spirits played with the writer's head
Known for poetic verse
Setting plots befitting the hearse
Finding words to describe deathly birds
You see Ravens love to steal
It was their deal
Probably to have a meal
That seemed real
Reflecting on Boston Baltimore life
Sharp as a vengeful knife
While the 19th Century journalist searched for the truth
Someone hit the corrupted roof
An enemy or foe
Wanting him to go
Ending his interpretive show
Today haunting is the creative character’s game
Academics stoking Edgar’s fine name
Respectfully no shame
Using a theatrical stage
Reading from the author’s page
Unleashing gothic images from the disturbed cage
Hoping the message is understood
Translation needed, grammar not so good
Now in the modern era called fake news
Pointing fingers at the accused
Ponder when in the Sunday column pews
Do you really want to be a part of a bloody story?
Only to end up on talk shows Geraldo or Maury
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If President Trump knew me
What would I be?
A prince, pauper or just someone with a degree
He the President may know me from a time when I was a little chukker
During the time when the new Casinos were distancing from the idea, they were looking for suckers.
It was in Atlantic City you see, and a local nonprofit needed me
To prove they were worthy for the Casino Polo league’s charity program story
It was a day of fun as our program won and today me the Special Person to Ride is still not done.
Maybe President Trump knows me when I did see
Him standing alone without any phone
Signing a book called ‘The Art of a Deal”
Published around the time Jerry Bruckheimer had a flash dancer named Jennifer Beals
Maybe President knew me when I was getting my degree.
We were both on the Florida gold coast and he had property to boast
I graduated in four years with no need for the beers
Since I did salad dressing shots which are mentioned in my Final Fence book that should be Internationally hot.
Returning to Gotham
After my south Florida job applications hit rock bottom
It was time to take up the journalist trade
Distributing information where it did not matter if I was paid.
Maybe President Trump knows me when supermodel Cindy put on the skates
And we all could not wait
They called themselves dishes and we in our professional loved to help the misses
A fundraiser for children with Aids who are alone with vital information that needed to be known
We spent an evening at President’s Trump’s ice rink and hopefully made people think.
When U Penn the words remember the doors that President Trump could of open
When someone was down to just hoping.
President Trump is our leader
And I know this since today I am down to being just a reader
What would be sweeter when you turn on the heater
Handle the information in a mature fashion
And General Public will be interesting in the questions you ask him.
Let’s be honest as I speak under my Lithuanian breath
The memo that was lucky for that NBC News guy with the first name Jeff.
Our country needs to stand tall with this issue right now which is just gossip at the local mall.
Finally, maybe President Trump knows me from the time I asked David Brinkley if the news was reported or created?
For a term paper where I wanted a quote to be stated which ended up with an ‘A’ when it was graded.
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Headed for the tower
Watch the legs supply the power
Using a simple two-wheel device
Spirited competitive ride healthy and nice
This athletic mechanical dance
Traveling the scenic villages throughout France
Checking the rural roads
Letting everyone know
‘How is it holding up after the mountainous winter snows?’
Twenty-one stages to do all this
An international spectacle not to be missed
Late June and into mid-July
Townspeople applaud as the colorful circus goes bye
Bringing neighbors together
Sometimes enjoying beautiful weather
But when it rains
No one complains
About this strategic cyclist game
Yellow, green, polka dot
Shirts note which riders are winning and are hot
Tour de France is arriving at its destination
City of Lights gearing up for the championship presentation
Under the arch
They glide not march
Thirsty and parched
Knowing soon the accomplishment will be real
Proclaiming well done to the peaceful pedaling deal
Gargoyles stamping the approved entertainment seal
Hitting the end line
Everything finished and fine
Ready to pour the victory wine
While success dines
On time
Using the sponsor's dime
And listening to the Notre Dame bell’s chime
With nothing to fear
Until next year
When they come back here
For the Tour de France cheer
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On this night
We have in sight
A new year filled with intellectual challenging delight
Just open a book
And take a look
There may be some fictional information that can be found
And entertaining interpretation abound
Happy New Year to all
And enjoy the literary call
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