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Milton S. Hershey
Because of his chocolate I'm at his mercy
for every bite is sweet
and I often on my diet cheat
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A bee in a bud
A silent morn unfolding --
Robin's song singing
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I'm no expert mathematician
Can't do algebraic addition
And solving quadratic equations
are way beyond my expectations
Both hands counting as some people teach
even number ten is beyond reach
A sharp blade took a finger digit
But I thinking I'm doing just fine
I can add five with four equals nine
Dan Prizner 5-17-21
used howmanysyllables.com and the syllable counter here on PS
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The abstracts of Pablo Picasso
I think his paintings are a fiasco.
For every one I see
They're always upside down to me.
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I once saw two little ants
one in front and one in back
carrying on a small dance.
For the front ant was quick
as they carried a beetle load
often the back would slip.
Racing to the front from behind
the back spoke to front in excited terms
giving a piece of his ant's mind.
Cooperation is what gets job done,
gets the meal home,across this driveway,
out of this hot sun.
So learned from little ants
when I looked at life's little items
and I saw little ant's dance.
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Life's containing orb
vacuum's floating jewel :
probes the depth of mind
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Melted butter
Missed crumbs of toast
Blue-ribbon cooking
In dishwasher catacombs
Remnants of delicious memories
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Old Ben Franklin
the printing business he was in
I wish he was alive so that he
could print his picture on more hundreds for me
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I captured it in white foam
For its safe journey to my home
And to my abode
I rode
When I opened it only to spy
it look back at me with it's one glazed eye
With a sweet odor it gave no sign of fear
For it had no ear to hear
Of it's pending destruction.
It had no soul to carry on, in it's construction
After all, whether powder or glazed to promote it
It's only a doughnut
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Day done or new sun?
Both are God’s goodness displayed
Time for sleep or run?
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