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Where was I ? Oh !! now I remember..in a clay-pot
Your poem on clouds made my ears ooze out a thought
Greedy self-satisfaction? Yes I do agree with you
But as selfish individuals what more can we do ?
We have been jolted into the journey of life
On a rickety leaky boat with holes and severed
Planks held together by"glue of love & affection
Where are we goin what's our proper direction ?
Oh Dear Respected Queen of Hearts on a land so far
from your virtual friend who'll go sailing forever
Brightfright Pothead I live
I live in a pot,
(No, not the kind that you smoke)
It is clay, like the one of which Bishu has spoke,
I'm all full of dirt, a tad bit of lime,
Some nails, strings, and a screwdriver,
Which I use for my rhymes,
I know that you're wondering,
(Why would she need those??)
It's because dear you see,
My pot is lovely as can be....
But I'm cracked from my head to my toes!!!
Thank you Bishu...smooth sailing unforgotten of the seas!!!
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Sounds like yah lives in a ole computer CPU
Sounds like yah lives in a ole computer CPU.When the bits byte you write ..Made mah peer closely at mah darlin PC The coloured strings ..the thumbing RW tray I'll raise a toast to the PC n internet.Mah pot is use n throw...Haw !! haw!! haw!! ~Forever-yas-pal-the-piraty-seafarer-
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