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Found a book of interest the other day
Compositions for the young and old to sing
Poems written many years ago
They told of family and hope

at night
With only twenty words
Every word rhymes
A good poem over a thousand years

To create two sentences in three years
To whisper in tears
Chinese poems

else
That is such a bitter pill to swallow
Sunk costs fallacy

There are so many poems in two years
So many songs

We're going around in another circle

outer space so I'm doing rap poems
Light years ahead of these niggas nope got no fucking dap for em
Light years ahead of these niggas nope nope i cant

I call upon Odin
Reach into the dark and let the Underworld open
Hundred thousand demons that I summon with a poem
Hundred year old corpse and I was

Wait For Me

Motopony

Motopony

2011

What a thing
To believe
In a dream

Perhaps I knew her long ago
I wrote her poems at nine years old
But then I did become a man
The letter slipped

Mumble year grievance
To year ford fusion
To 2011 and god in your backseat
In beaver super
Reread year poem
I was so tired

You feel like going

As the flowers in my room
Decompose throughout the winter
The snow piles up and the air gets thinner
I open a notebook
That I wrote some poems in

With a promise in my skin

On the outskirts of LA
I recite a native poem
Million hands, ten thousand years
It's the season for the crop

It's my people

we are
Where we are
Where we are
I wrote you a poem three years ago
About how you brought me to life one night
Head to toe, I know
It's ancient history

sunsets

Part of the poem combustion

My sunday friend
For years we went on long forest walks
You had children and a wife
But you still found time for me

as the view out my window in the hills
It's warm as the water that brings me to chills
It's a poem that was written a hundred years ago
'Cause here I am one

My dreams
A poem
I want to gain 350 lbs this year
And then work every pound off
By nude free-climbing mountains
And BASE jumping off the peaks
Using

writes her poems bout the years and on the roof after shouts it
Why the fuck did I let yall talk to me that way?
Why the fuck did I let yall talk?
Why

to understand
this is what we are
these are just our
happy years
happy years

For a moment, 
I think about 20 years ago
Poems carved on a wide silent shroud

long with you
And we remember the meanings we ascribed
To songs and poems and books from years ago
It may be we become forgotten when we're old
Gathering

Found a poem in a box of her years 
Reading those words, they still bring me a tear 
So I sing this song for that little cowgirl   
She cried come

She wants to be in love 

But love thinks her cruel 

Linda and her letters that she wrote in red 

She is reading tired poems trying to forget 

That

buy
Clothes by mail order
And get them back within two weeks
After twenty years or more the South
Was still mending it's wounds
From the civil war
But

leaves a drop of rain
If I put you into a poem
Lying lines with
A convergent thought

That year
That day
That place
So we meet
The leisurely winding street

Ten Years

Bombshell Rocks

The Conclusion

2006

of fucking hypocrites!

Okay, I've got a couple of blank spots here
I need to fill them in
So I wrote this little poem
It goes like this

Ten years of service

I was 21 years when I wrote this song
I'm 22 now, but I won't be for long
Time hurries on

[Chorus]
And the leaves that are green turn to brown

magazine is interesting, good literary works and rich poems
In its sixth year, every Wednesday, scientific articles, deals with the homosexual challenge

you
And if I never really knew you
Then you made me a liar
In that juvenile poem
I wrote you
Years ago
Do you need a reminder?
Cause I need to let go