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Post by Nomad-wino on Oct 1, 2014 7:54:08 GMT -5
Soylent Green 2014
Of purpose and pleasure I be thinking Whilst gazing into a tigers eye stone What would be my life of leisure Green tea and poetry writing And of course the great unknown
Going back to my purpose A goal by any other noun So lofty a thought of self digestion Please savior bring in the clowns Protect me I'm on my own
Oh, but let us be so frequently new To be sharing our pleasures So interlaced with being popularly blue This poetry is all about philosophy The ying and yang that is such, A load
Now comes the second stanza Or maybe it"s the 4th Second only to the last man standing Green tea makes all people Caffeinated And, soylent green makes us all Come forth
Mike
Peace , love and where the hell is roges?
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Post by BoatBabe on Oct 2, 2014 8:52:57 GMT -5
"Oh, but let us be so frequently new . . . "
What a perfect line, Mike!
It seems to me that Roges doesn't often stop by in the summer months. Now that we are pressing Autumn, I am hoping for a visit from him.
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Post by Nomad-wino on Oct 2, 2014 23:02:36 GMT -5
Thank you, Babe, you're kind words are sincerely appreciated.
Regards, Mike
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Post by doctork on Oct 3, 2014 7:29:47 GMT -5
More gifts from Mike!
Photos and words, how lucky for us. Thanks Mike.
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