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Prancers in the Park
We are but prancers in the park,
dancers in the dark, moonlight romancers,
riding on the ark.
Mood enhancers, private dancers,
freedom lancers on a lark.
Tone trancers, fine art fanciers,
looking for a place to park.
French kiss kissers, lost in blissers,
groping for the spark.
Titillating the times, miming the mimes,
mining for diamonds in the rough.
Starstruck gazers, eyes like lasers,
hopeful when the times get tough.
Tear jerk losers, lost in sorrow boozers,
poets without a clue.
Writing our hearts out, trying to shout,
hoping against hope we'll get through.
But in the end, only one thing my friend... is true .
We are but prancers in the park.
Copyright 2007 © Ronald W. Hull
5/19/07
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i agree with what Jude said captures the spirit of the outlaw (poet)
Happy prancing in the park.
Blue skies and sunshine
HH
Well said.
Elizabeth
Part of the creative territory I suppose; real flowers and weeds with colorful blossoms in the same field. Too bad that so many of the clueless become so successful duping others.
Light and Wisdom ...
Eileen
Love Tinka :)