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Daniel Bark Poem
I once knew a man named Ed
whose feet weren’t as big as his head
his bravado, of course
was larger than a horse
and no one cared what he said
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Daniel Bark Poem
Sitting silently, lonely and cold
wondering how I ever became this old
wrinkled fingers gnarled, grey hair askew
some aches and pains, quite more than a few
the mind is home, in fact it's quite sharp
never misses a beat, like playing a harp
so as my body continues to fail
lucidness remains trapped in this human jail
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Daniel Bark Poem
It always happens when you walk on by
but also when I catch your eye
that unmistakable feeling
of pressure behind my fly
I'm not a slob or even a perv
but you bending over really extends my nerve
It reminds me of your sexy shape
or the shutter I feel when I kiss your nape
which, of course, then stretches the coiled tape
you know I will forever be your guy
too many to mention the reasons why
of how you satisfy what's behind the fly
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