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On'y Phony Balony
Contributed by
norm
on
Saturday, 5th April 2003 @ 09:25:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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For those who think it's I,
poor me, who suffers in my poems
please believe it ain't the truth
I'd rather go sell combs.
And when you read a teary femme
is almost on her last.
It isn't me for sure, dear folks
She's merely in the cast.
"What cast?", you ask. Well, here I go.
These types I will embue.
They're weepers, cryers, leapers, die-ers
Just to name a few.
So don't be taken in by pulp,
it's this of you I beg,
Nine to ten it's someone who
is pulling at your leg.
Copyright ©
norm
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2003-04-05 21:25:00]
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Re: On'y Phony Balony
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by wolfflow on
Friday, 18th April 2003 @ 04:29:35 PM AEST
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| dear oh dear, surely cynicism taken to such extremes must be psychologically detrimental, what can be trusted if one cant trust the honest expression of the poet's sensitive soul, i will though try to keep your advice in mind |
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Re: On'y Phony Balony
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by Wrybod on
Saturday, 5th July 2003 @ 03:17:45 AM AEST
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This is No 9 (I think) (I hope)
PERFECT! |
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