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It is an important cake that I had to bake with out a rake so that it would be
real It has a special filling that the groom himself requested and has not been
tested a flavor that is also a favorite of mine no matter where I dine even with fine punch It must not even come close to being dropped nor even flipped
It is a family specialty both with and with out the decorations with not one
splotch not one drop of scotch although my watch seems to have been some
how misplaced plus every step retraced although perhaps it’s in the van with the
pans of sandy ham maybe even on the can of Pam- wherever it is I can not put
down the cake to look
My book when last seen was next to the cake which was nowhere near the
hooks my watch may have been there too when I was using my decorating tools
with out boos but wherever my watch happens to be I am grateful I have not run
into any yellow bees I hope I am not late regardless of the fee because I have to
make a delivery even if for free
Well whatever the time even if I only get a few dimes and limes this is a
special occasion so this better be the right destination regardless of
instantaneous regeneration of plants with out procrastination or any kind of
hesitation despite some close calls that would make it resemble the leaning
tower of Italy here comes the wedding cake!
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John Long Poem
Cindy had a little Bird,
Little Bird, little Bird,
Cindy had a little Bird,
Its feathers were yellow as the sun
And everywhere that Cindy went,
Cindy went, Cindy went,
Everywhere that Cindy went
The Bird was sure to go
It followed her to school one day
School one day, school one day
It followed her to school one day
Which was against the rules.
It made the children laugh and play,
Laugh and play, laugh and play,
It made the children laugh and play
To see a Bird at school
And so the teacher turned it out,
Turned it out, turned it out,
And so the teacher turned it out,
But still it lingered near
And waited patiently about,
Patiently about, patiently about,
And waited patiently about
Till Cindy did appear
"Why does the Bird love Cindy so?"
Love Cindy so? Love Cindy so?
"Why does the Bird love Cindy so?"
The eager children cried
"Why, Cindy loves the Bird, you know."
Loves the Bird, you know, loves the Bird, you know
"Why, Cindy loves the Bird, you know."
The teacher did reply
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John Long Poem
A thankful heart a meadow is where there is always room
for each beautiful kind friendship to perfectly bloom
A thankful heart a house is a principled and unlocked
castle where God's wisdom strengthens man with mighty
power
A thankful heart a church is a basement so pure and white
where angels of his presence maintain calm watch by day or
night
Grant then dear father mother God whatever else be fall
this thankful heart that loves and blesses all
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John Long Poem
How much is the cat in the window?
The one that’s standing up
How much is the cat in the window?
I do hope that kitty is for sale
I don’t want a turtle or a snake
I don’t want a bowl of fish or a guinea pig
I don’t want a cute rabbit or a bird
You can’t give them things a hug
How much is the cat in the window?
The one that’s standing up
I have a slight problem at home
And if I have a cat then maybe
the rat will leave
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Where have you made a road to-day?
Against the south or against the north
in this region of the country like a good
pioneer?
Have you traveled the hidden road
to Purgatory out westward from here
or the unseen road to the unknown future
maybe even the undiscovered one to happiness?
How about the road out yonder to reconciliation
which requires courage and concession
along with possibly stepping out of your
comfort box?
Take your pick and take the road
keeping in mind that sometimes
they all connect at some point
unknown
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John Long Poem
Lemon Pie in the Oven
And Children asking questions
That maybe I once asked,
Eating excess lemon filling
From The Bowl with a Spoon.
But where are the children?
Their Father, Uncle,
Neighbor, Cousin,
I am each of them and none of them
And I bake whenever inspired
In one world I’m a single man
Living alone with pets;
In the other, I’m a Worker,
A cook and sometimes Manager
But always the family Baker
But in both worlds I really like
Lemon Pie, home made,
With a nice meringue on top
Also warm cherry, Apple,
Blue berry, Pumpkin, Orange
I like them all
Lemon Pie out of the oven
Lemon Pie on the table
You are more delicious
than a tree house -
Please stay awhile Lemon Pie!
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John Long Poem
The turkey is in the oven and the sink is steaming clean
the cat is on the bed while the dog is in just another room
there are two guests in the house with another on the way
and the phone is ringing nearly every fifteen minutes
One brother is playing with the dog while the other guest is
reading
Mother is on the phone and I am sitting at my desk praying
quietly
The squirrels are running through the wet leaves from tree to tree
while the cat is snoozing and the strays are absent for the day
The turkey has over three hours to bake and one pie has been
cut The other items are being made one by one while the table is
set the lights are up on the house waiting to be turned on and
the only birds are a clock
It's Thanksgiving and giving is good even when it happens to be
gratitude- Happy Thanksgiving to all "and to all a good" season!
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Warm and cuddly reads the tag of a cat
A glowing eyed panther in an unpredictable area
His curiousity and prayers guide him
A soldier of fortune is the cat called Kitty
Kitty, Kitty, Kitty
Where do you hide?
Kitty, Kitty, Kitty
Please , come to me!
He explores wherever he can.
A coat of fur and sharp claws are his protection
There are other cats around out there and they
are very territoria indeed as are the big birds
Kitty, Kitty, Kitty
Where are you now?
Kitty, Kitty, Kitty
Please, come home!
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John Long Poem
Escape Goats
Just good old' kids,
Never meaning any harm,
Been in trouble since they were born.
Straightening' the corners,
Flattening' the curbs and crushing pebbles.
Someday the hills might get them, but the law never will.
Making their way,
The only way they can,
Which is a little more than the law allows.
Just good old kids,
Couldn't change if they wanted to,
Fighting' the system like a modern Day Bonney and Clyde
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Silent In a cage,
No blanket for a bed
The little kitten
Laid by its food
The lights in the building
Lit up above the cage
The sweet little Cat
Asleep and alone
A man quietly came in
The poor little kitty woke
The man approached and
The kitten spoke
The man held the kitten
And the kitten was happy
The man said, I want this
One and he waited
The people behind the counter
After a delay said no
The man left broken hearted
And the little cat sadly stayed
Will that little critter ever
Have a happy home
Or will it have to
sleep forever?
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