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This is just a pipe dream that I made up off the top of my head,
Even old men need to fantasize a little bit before they are dead.
I guess I could have used young ladies instead of old women,
But, my old heart would never hold out with young chicks herein. Continue reading
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Lots of good things can happen in the shade of an oak tree,
It’s a fun place to be, especially with a young lady for company.
This is a tale that could happen to even strange guys like me,
Read it slowly and don’t jump to conclusions that may not be. Continue reading
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Here’s a poem about a fine young boy who had a curse on him.
It was simply a case of the “Hershey touch” that made him so grim.
He tried so hard to endure his pain resulting from the curse,
But his prayers did fail him and only made him worse at first. Continue reading
This is just a silly little story poem probably not worth your time,
So please don’t read it unless you’re drinking a fine red wine,
As it is what I call a bit of very dry humor only for very high I Q’s.
Now that I’ve got your attention, you must read it or you lose. Continue reading
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My girls just loved my own made-up stories, especially Kristi.
I designed them about a real life event that happened to me.
I jazzed them up to make them more interesting as I went along.
This usually kept them mesmerized with emotions so strong. Continue reading
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I’ve often wondered what it would be like to be a beautiful butterfly,
So I put myself right inside the butterfly’s head to give it a try.
This Poem documents my thoughts trying to be that wild insect,
As he goes about his life so carefree, and his thoughts I reflect. Continue reading
Personal Memory Device
Sometimes when we read about a new idea it sounds so good,
But when we think about it for a while we change our mood.
This poem reviews an idea called the personal memory device,
That could cause bad repercussions more than once or twice. Continue reading
When a good story gets told, it changes just a little each telling,
Eventually, it is no longer recognizable and much less compelling.
This poem demonstrates how a good story can be lost forever.
By just changing a couple of word prefixes mixing them together. Continue reading
I had a long dream about the possibly of being a green tree.
But after I lived my life from the trees perspective a while you see,
The poem describes why I just decided to continue to be me,
Rather that living the life as a growing thinking green tree entity
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I think we have all spent some time trying to find that gold at the end of the rainbow when we were young. I finally figured out how to collect those riches later in life. Continue reading