HERE'S ANOTHER OF MY SILLY POEMS, FLIFY MY FAIRY TALE COUNTERPART PUT IT ON HER BLOG TODAY, EASTER SUNDAY, YOU DON'T LIKE IT WELL THAT'S TOO BAD CAUSE IT'S MY POEM NOT YOURS
F LAROUCHE
SOMEONE WHO WAS ONCE A BABY
GROWS UP TO BE AN OLD MAN OR LADY
BUT AS THAT PERSON GETS OLD
AND THE EARTH'S CLIMATE GETS MORE COLD (GLOBAL COOLING? NEW ICE AGE?)
THAT OLD FELLOW OR OLD LADY CAN STILL SAY
'I'LL STILL HAVE MY LEFT BRAIN, MY RIGHT BRAIN, AND MY CHAKRAS.....'
'MY LEFT BRAIN, MY RIGHT BRAIN, AND MY CHAKRAS.......'
'MY LEFT BRAIN, MY RIGHT BRAIN, AND MY CHAKRAS.............................'
ALLRIGHT IT'S SILLY IT'S SILLY BUT IT'S EASTER SUNDAY AND I KNOW THE LORD ENJOYS THIS POEM SO THERE
Blod Ties - Fantasy, Romance. Romantasy? A bit of whimsy for the weekend. A naive British tourist John Gormley takes a holiday in the ancient, remote kingdom of Perarboria. He does not suspect that his holiday love affair with a local beauty is desti
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