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poetry is a tale told
like a spinning top
musing its point
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those men of conscience
of whom where great
we rare give tribute
till them be late
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hacked from earthly dust
as wrought by unwary same,
the smoking bandit rises
to stake its deadly claims.
as history bears us notice
for peace is what it tells,
the smoking bandits beguiling
its heart be set in hell.
the smoking bandits theft be swift
its booty paid in death,
but no one in the land dare speak,
just stare with laden breath.
blood and war on mangled boors
the smoking bandit spews,
and reaps reward for all the more,
its victims whom ill knew
forever then let us lay smoking bandit
to rest; begone like setting sun.
and pry away its mask from face-
to see a smoking gun!
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fret not great ones
the clouds are for our sake
we will again clear sight
at the vanquish of night
when we wistful winter wake
have than noble dreams
for time holds but well fate
and there shall be here
at the merge from the pair
when we wistful winters wake
then till summer comes
shun not we our winters break
for both have a place
in the fabric of space
while we wistful winters wake
for both have a place
in the fabric of space
as we wistful winters wake
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blip pa de dip pa de - bop
the pig roots in the slop
the slop got worse
the pigs in a hearse
he didn't know when to stop!
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Once I earned an effort not made.
I locked it in my secret vault;
and forever there it lay.
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