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Poems by an Old Reprobate. Old man, old man. I wuz listnin t radio. Alley Loo Yeah Chorus. Chorus, complete, in 3 pages. Ode to a Dead Mouse. Dedicated to the fair Eufemia, who said it couldnt be done S quashed, repugnant, verminous mouse that did unauthorized ransack my. No, You dont have to listen summer, 72. Poems from the 1970s N o, you dont have to listen to my prattle ill not go on and on for an unendurable period though turnab. Not the merest merciful scintilla. T his morning ritual .CONTENT
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He listens to my crazy thoughts and feelings. When I was younger I did a lot of soul searching. There were a lot of toxic people in my life. I was lost, confused, and utterly alone. That was until I had to move to Oregon. And I met the one that could save me.
Every one has in him. A powerful weapon to show his inner skill. A tiny brush plays this role. For a Painter to depict his painting skills. So is a Singer gifted with a melodious voice. Opens his heart out as he sets to singh. A Dancer uses his eyes and moves. To soothe the ambience and gladen the mass. A Spaker uses words to convey his thoughts. A Saint uses Silence as his weapon. As he conveys his thoughts to people at large.