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I was probably the only revolutionary referred to as cute.

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Stay Up Late

Mommy had. a little baby.
There he is. fast asleep.
Hes just. a little plaything.
Why not. wake him up?
Cute. cute. little baby.
Little feet-feet. little toes.
Now hes comin to me.
Crawl across. the kitchen floor.
Baby, baby, please let me hold him
I wanna make him stay up all night
Sister, sister, hes just a plaything
We wanna make him stay up all night
Yeah we do
See him drink. from a bottle.
See him eat. from a plate.
Cute. cute. as a button.
Dont you wanna make him. stay up late.
And were having fun. with no money.
Little smile. on his face.
Dont cha love. the little baby.
Dont you want to make him. stay up late.
Chorus
Here we go (all night long)
Sister, sister (all night long)
In the playpen...woo...(all night long)
Little baby goes, ha! (all night long)
I know you want to leave me...
Why dont. we pretend.
There you go. little man.
Cute. cute. why not?
Late at night. wake him up.
Chorus
Here we go (all night long)
Sister, sister...woo...
(with the television on)
Little baby goes...woo! (all night long)
Hey, hey, baby! (all night long)
And he looks so cute (all night long)
In his little red suit (all night long)

song performed by Talking Heads
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Georgia Peaches

(ronnie vanzant -- steve gaines)
Well, you can see her walkin down on peachtree street
She got high-heeled shoes and a dot on her cheek
Shes lookin good, shes headed downtown
Aint got no money, honey
She knows her way around
I think shes cute, think shes cute as she can be
Talkin about a funny talkin, honk-tonking georgia peach
Well these georgia peaches
Son they know their way around
They can take your money, son before you get sight of town
Well they talk a little funny, but they look so fine
Nine out of ten of them gonna sell you a dime
I think theyre cute, think theyre cute as they can be
Talkin about a funny talkin, honk-tonking georgia peach
Well, peaches, peaches
Love them georgia peaches
Well, peaches, peaches
Love them georgia peaches
Well them georgia peaches
Sure do got the style
Theyll steal your heart with a southern smile
Well they talk a little funny, but they look so fine
The older they get, I swear its like good wine
I think theyre cute, think theyre cute as they can be
Talkin about a funny talkin, honk-tonking georgia peach
Talkin about a funny talkin, honk-tonking georgia peach
I just seem to fall in love with the wrong things

song performed by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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The bow-leg boy

Who should come up the road one day
But the doctor-man in his two-wheel shay!
And he whoaed his horse and he cried "Ahoy!
I have brought you folks a bow-leg boy!
Such a cute little boy!
Such a funny little boy!
Such a dear little bow-leg boy!"

He took out his box and he opened it wide,
And there was the bow-leg boy inside!
And when they saw that cunning little mite,
They cried in a chorus expressive of delight:
"What a cute little boy!
What a funny little boy!
What a dear little bow-leg boy!"

Observing a strict geometrical law,
They cut out his panties with a circular saw;
Which gave such a stress to his oval stride
That the people he met invariably cried:
"What a cute little boy!
What a funny little boy!
What a dear little bow-leg boy!"

They gave him a wheel and away he went
Speeding along to his heart's content;
And he sits so straight and he pedals so strong
That the folks all say as he bowls along:
"What a cute little boy!
What a funny little boy!
What a dear little bow-leg boy!"

With his eyes aflame and his cheeks aglow,
He laughs "aha" and he laughs "oho";
And the world is filled and thrilled with the joy
Of that jolly little human, the bow-leg boy--
The cute little boy!
The funny little boy!
The dear little bow-leg boy!

If ever the doctor-man comes my way
With his wonderful box in his two-wheel shay,
I 'll ask for the treasure I'd fain possess--
Now, honest Injun! can't you guess?
Why, a cute little boy--
A funny little boy--
A dear little bow-leg boy!

poem by Eugene Field
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Sneaky With the Looks

Sneaky with the looks that they give.

I perceive myself alone.
I feel a curiosity directed.
At first I am not sure,
If the curiosity is directed towards me.
And I look around.
Nothing is there to block my steps.
And I begin to whistle in nervousness.
To then talk to myself...
In a calming peacefulness.
I admit is beginning to get a bit restless.

Sneaky with the looks that they give.

I am among the trees.
Alone in fresh Spring breezes.

Sneaky with the looks that they give.

I begin to hear the chirping of birds.
Conversing to break the silence,
With a charm that does not disturb.
And they fly high between the trees.
Trying to hide within the leaves.

Sneaky with the looks that they give.

I follow a path made clear of obstacles.
I stop.
So does the chirping.
I pick up a small rock,
To toss as I also pick up a twig.
There is a wind.
And I continue my journey.

Wings flap as if there is clapping.
I adjust my cap.
And two squirrels chase...
Across my path!
To play tag and hide and seek.
I stop to watch.

Sneaky with the looks that they give.

I look up!
And there they all sit.
As if in conference on a branch.
Together...
Laughing!

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Turn It Up

[Chorus: AshantI and Irv Gotti]
(Ashanti:) We're gonna party through the night (Irv Gotti: TURN IT UP!).
(Ashanti:) Don't you wanna drink and dance tonight (Irv Gotti: OH!)?
(Ashanti:) Don't try to be too cute tonight (Irv Gotti: GOTTA LOOSEN UP!).
(Ashanti:) Let the beat drop, and make ya feel (AHHH SO GOOD!)
[Verse 1: Ashanti]
I got the finest thang,
That thang to make me feel good tonight, ohh so good tonight.
Got my girls with me, we goin' tear down this thing tonight,
Down this thing tonight!!!
[Bridge: AshantI and Irv Gotti]
All my ladies lookin' hot, to death and swingin'
Everything right to left.
And everybody in the place has got that look upon their face
Like all I wanna do is party,
Let that sweat drip off my body.
So here's what I'll do (Irv Gotti: TURN IT UP!).
[Chorus: AshantI and Irv Gotti]
(Ashanti:) We're gonna party through the night (Irv Gotti: TURN IT UP!).
(Ashanti:) Don't you wanna drink and dance tonight (Irv Gotti: OH!)?
(Ashanti:) Don't try to be too cute tonight (Irv Gotti: GOTTA LOOSEN UP!).
(Ashanti:) Let the beat drop, and make ya feel (AHHH SO GOOD!)
[Verse 2: AshantI [and Irv Gotti]
I just feel like I, could float all the way up to the sky (Irv Gotti: OH!),
and come back feeling right (Irv Gotti: OH, OH, OH!)
Now this is something I usually don't do,
but I just might get wit you tonight, hey-hey.
[Bridge: AshantI and Irv Gotti]
All my ladies lookin' hot, to death and swingin'
Everything right to left.
And everybody in the place has got that look upon their face
Like all I wanna do is party,
Let that sweat drip off my body.
So here's what I'll do (Irv Gotti: TURN IT UP!).
[Chorus: AshantI and Irv Gotti]
(Ashanti:) We're gonna party through the night (Irv Gotti: TURN IT UP!).
(Ashanti:) Don't you wanna drink and dance tonight (Irv Gotti: OH!)?
(Ashanti:) Don't try to be too cute tonight (Irv Gotti: GOTTA LOOSEN UP!).
(Ashanti:) Let the beat drop, and make ya feel (AHHH SO GOOD!)
[JR:] Rule... (JUST LOOSEN UP!)
[Rap: Verse 3: Ja Rule and Ashanti]
And button down your button-ups.
We done goin' in the club, let's tear that club up.
It gets just so hot in here, cool me down spray some OJ and Velvadir,
Over the rocks while the crowd is rockin'.
Everybody rollin' like my life I wouldn't stop
Let's all toast to the highest and utmost
The rule and the (Ashanti: princess).
And everybody with a two step (Ashanti: get up dance),
And all my gangstas that don't dance (Ashanti: lean back).

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song performed by Ashanti
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David Bowies Revolutionary Song

When people call us revolutionary
Theyre just tryin to see
All that we choose
When all we want is everybody free
The universe would be one brotherhood
It isnt wrong to be prepared to fight
Together to unite if we believe
In giving everything our heart and soul
Until we reach the goal we should achieve
It shouldnt matter if were brown or white
Yellow or black as night to anyone
Were all born equal with the self same rights
Sharing the same daylight under the sun
If loving freedom makes me quality
Of opportunity is where revolutionary
Constantly, fervently, firmly
Revolutionary

song performed by David Bowie
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Free Xone

Free. . .
Next song?
Hahahahaha
Ohhhh boy
Mama Yoke
That used to be my nickname

He was on a airplane
Sittin next to this guy
Said he wasn't too shy
And he seemed real nice
Until he found out he was gay
That's so not mellow

Let's get free. . .

Let's get free
Let's get free
Now make it mellow
Now make it mellow

Freestyle
Xone 1
Boy meets boy
Boy loses boy
Boy gets cute boy back

Girl meets girl
Girl loses girl
Girl gets cute girl back

One rule
No rules
One love
Freexone
Let's get free. . .

Let's get free
Let's get free
Now make it mellow
Now make it mellow

Freestyle
Xone 2

Boy meets girl
Boy loses girl
Boy gets cute girl back

Girl meets boy

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song performed by Janet Jackson from The Velvet Rope
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Tokyo Girl

Tokyo girl, tokyo girl
Youve got the moves to rule the world
That cute inscru-tability
Tokyo girl, youre a mystery
Tokyo girl, tokyo girl
Shaking up hearts around the world
You cant forget that stunning face
Smiling at you its your destiny
Shes got the face sweet as a baby
Elegant taste and money to burn
Her yes is no, no is a maybe
Her language is so hard to learn
Tokyo girl, tokyo girl
Youve got the moves to rule the world
That cute inscru-tability
Tokyo girl, youre a mystery
In tokyo
Though theres a fire burns inside here
Outside is ivory, silk and ice
Nothing she wants is denied her
Youd better take my advice
Many has tried to get near her
Deep in the heart of tokyo
Found nothing there but a mirror
Shes no one youll ever know
Tokyo girl, tokyo girl
Youve got the moves to rule the world
That cute inscru-tability
Tokyo girl, youre a mystery
In tokyo
Shes got the face sweet as a baby
Elegant taste and money to burn
Her yes is no, no is a maybe
Her language is so hard to learn
Tokyo girl, tokyo girl
Youve got the moves to rule the world
That cute inscru-tability
Tokyo girl, youre a mystery
Tokyo girl, tokyo girl
Shaking up hearts around the world
You cant forget that stunning face
Smiling at you its your destiny
In tokyo - sweet as a baby
In tokyo - sweet as a baby
In tokyo - sweet as a baby
Sweet as a baby
Sweet as a baby
Sweet as a baby

song performed by Ace Of Base
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Crazy Cat

(m&l - weikath)
My little crazy cat
Took a train to meet his gang downtown. yeah
They played black jack
Friz played his false game too far, ooh
A guy got up and started a gunfight
Hes looking for trouble day by day
(for trouble, day by day)
Dont waste time, cute runaway
(you cute runaway)
He kept being taken by surprise
My straycat in town
Addicted to chicks
Hes got a rental tree near the nudist beach, yeah
Oh watch out!
Booze and ladies are his fate, ooh
Too much sex and food and rock nroll
Hes looking for trouble day by day
(for trouble, day by day)
Dont waste time, cute runaway
(you cute runaway)
He kept being taken by surprise
My straycat in town

song performed by Helloween
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Can You Do The Work

Intro:
Sean Paul: Bwoy Ce'cile, I see it clear yuh know, mi need ya yuh know
Ce'cile: Pleeeaaaaseeee!!! I got a man ok
Sean Paul: Yeah but mi neva hear yuh seh nuttin bout him, mi talk bout mi and you now
Ce'cile: Well he's there so I gotta let ya know yuh know
Sean Paul: Well let's go kick it then we can chill
Ce'cile: Anyway yuh caan do nuttin
Chorus:
Ce'cile:
Mi know yuh kinda cute bwoy can yuh do di wuk
I'm lookin for a rudebwoy betta arms up
And a if yuh rubber suitbwoy I will play ruff
Cau we play ruff, cau we play ruff
Sean Paul:
Well woman it's a long time mi see yuh and a lust
Mi well waan fi show yuh how mi wicked and tuff
Hand behind your back mi lock it to mi hand cuff
Wuk yuh ago get a strictly A one plus
Verse 1:
Ce'cile:
Yuh a talk bout dutty yeah
when yuh come inna mi house yuh betta don't play
Just land di big jet pon di runway
Can yuh give it to mi all night all day
Sean Paul:
Fi real now Ce'cile yuh a talk bout see what I've been goin thru
List one bag a man like yuh deh pon mi few
But wait till di Dutty get a hold of yuh (Ce'cile: Whateva)
Inna di bedroom yuh start call mi Shaka Zulu
Chorus:
Ce'cile:
Mi know yuh kinda cute bwoy can yuh do di wuk
I'm lookin for a rudebwoy betta arms up
And a if yuh rubber suitbwoy I will play ruff
Cau we play ruff, cau we play ruff
Sean Paul:
Ce'cile now a long time mi see yuh and a lust
Mi well waan fi show yuh how mi wicked and tuff
Hand behind your back mi lock it to mi hand cuff
Wuk yuh ago get a strictly A one plus
Verse 2:
Ce'cile:
Well Sean Paul get wid it badgal nuh waan nuh one minute
Or when tire punch out we rim it
Bruk every state limit, don't waan nuh joke or nuh gimmick
Got fi know how fi shock and fi sting it
Sean Paul:
Girl, well I'm most talented, betta than wah di doctor recommended
So when di time mi touch yuh it is time well spended
So when did, yuh ever see a yute so demented?

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song performed by Sean Paul
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You Look Cute Today

Darling daughter, when on the phone,
I usually say, 'You look cute today.'
Bet you're wondering all on your own,
'Without seeing me, there’s no way.'

'Hair's a mess; no make-up in sight;
These jeans have seen a better day.
I can't be cute. That's not right.
What a thing for dear dad to say.'

Maybe I'm thinking how cute you were
At one, ten, twenty and more…
Sweet and kind with a beautiful mind
And a countenance for all to adore.

Even on the phone or when I'm alone,
I'm right each time I say that
I love you and miss you
And have no doubt that…

You look cute today!

poem by Gregory Huyette
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Parity on colour

The white prefer being referred to as the white.
The black mind being referred to as the black.
The white have pleasure to refer to the black as black
No parity without psychological evenness.
25.07.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Cool Dry Place

Well I woke up this morning
The place was such a reck
I couldnt reach the bathroom
Thought Id better clear the deck
I tried to call the lawyer
And ask him what to do
He referred me to his doctor
Who referred me back to you
And when you checked the manual
You kept in side the case
It said put it in a cool dry place
I drove around the city
Looking for a room
That was high above the water
Where my things could be in tune
There was no one to help me
Nobody even cared
I had to got through hell
To get those things up there
I paid my first subscription
Then I joined the idle race
And they said store it in a cool dry place
I got guitar, basses, amplifiers and drums
Accordions and mandolis and things that sometimes hum
Cymbals and harmonicas, capos by the score
And lots of things in boxes laying all around the floor
Some places they get mildew
And others get too hot
Some places are so damp that
Everything you got just rots
All kinds of condensation
Directories of the rain
Theres not much compensation
When everythings been stained
Some have sentimental value that
Cannot be erased
Go store it in a cool dry place
We got solids and acoustics
And some from flowered board
And some are trimmed in leather
And some are made with gourds
Theres organs and trombones
And reverbs we can use
Lots of dx-7s
And old athletic shoes
I bought a great big building
It took up one whole block
I made an inventory
Of all the things in stock
The place was getting longer

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song performed by George Harrison
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A real poet and person

Sometimes person is credited with split personality
He is best known by his integrity and quality
Still at given point of time that rattles the theory
The reasons advanced are numerous and many

Poets are referred to as not real and imaginary
They are not down to earth and true visionary
It is claimed that they are living in dreamy land
Where ships sail without water on sand

The moon will have all the beautiful shapes
Stars may have all the shines under different names
The sky may house them in basket and present
As family of beautiful objects with shadow of crescent

The Poets have heart of living man and not that of goat
Even though referred to as but presents all with fine quote
The God has given him little insight to be romantic
He or she is full of universal love and not that of fanatic

Love may naturally flow through pen or brush
He may prove idealist for ideas to push
No need to hurry up for anything or rush
No standing army required fore rebellion to crush

Do they take all fancy to ordinary persons?
Do they pulsate anything for soil and true sons?
They do have all the feelings for fellow brethren
Most of the time is occupied with main concern

What do they have in their real life to present?
A duality or real face with all the illusions absent
Do they live normal man’s life or suffer under agony?
Do they starve in whole life for the want of money?

I have probed mind several times and have something to state
It may not have been designed for them to have such a fate
Though idealistic and visionary to have realized life very late
It is not as difficult as thought over to maintain the date

In real life they do have lot many concerns to deal
So many aggravated wounds to care for and heal
How can that be done without leading a life with fake seal?
To take part in real show with only aim to cheat and steal

Oh! Still a life to lead on with great motives
To concentrate on earthly things and be selective
No matter how it can be far from real and subjective
The zeal, thrust and provocation is proactive

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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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All roses

If there were no flowers to compete
The colors would have been totally unknown
If it were totally rejected and thrown

Every object has been assigned with some recognition
They stand tall with full name and recognition
The mango is considered as all time high and king of fruits
Only for its quality to be felt as full of sweet

As the time moves on, they add some natural quality
Every object and its surrounding has special identity
It is understood by even small kid as to what is referred
They will accept willingly as and when it is offered

Same stands good for flowers too
Some flowers occupy good position and it is very true
They have fragrance and distinct smell to attract
The human mind and nostrils to smell and act

The mind comes to full sense and feels freshness
Everybody knows the source and never try to trace
Some of the flowers boom through out the year
The bees make beautiful sound to be liked by the ears

The roses occupy unique position and considered as king of flowers
It is signified as symbol of love and no one has adverse answers
It is liked by all and aligned with true love and purity
Since it is treated as symbol of love, it has maintained dignity

Many legendry stories evolve around Goddesses
Some of them are known by flowers they possess
Though it has attached lots of importance
There is in it a great deal of substance

There is so much linkage of rose with nature
The very good health has been referred as pink for sure
It has to be handled with delicacy and care
At least everybody is conscious and very much aware

The roses are placed at the feet of God
The beautiful woman adores head with rose
It becomes all the more symbolic
There is strong belief and logic

The beauty has to be protected by thorn
They are weak force and can’t do of their own
So many are sworn enemy and very jealous
They have the problems and face it very continuous

The beauty is to see and not to spoil

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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Psychological Warfare

This above all remember: they will be very brave men,
And you will be facing them. You must not despise them.

I am, as you know, like all true professional soldiers,
A profoundly religious man: the true soldier has to be.
And I therefore believe the war will be over by Easter Monday.
But I must in fairness state that a number of my brother-officers,
No less religious than I, believe it will hold out till Whitsun.
Others, more on the agnostic side (and I do not contemn them)
Fancy the thing will drag on till August Bank Holiday.

Be that as it may, some time in the very near future,
We are to expect Invasion ... and invasion not from the sea.
Vast numbers of troops will be dropped, probably from above,
Superbly equipped, determined and capable; and this above all,
Remember: they will be very brave men, and chosen as such.

You must not, of course, think I am praising them.
But what I have said is basically fundamental
To all I am about to reveal: the more so, since
Those of you that have not seen service overseas—
Which is the case with all of you, as it happens—this is the first time
You will have confronted them. My remarks are aimed
At preparing you for that.

Everyone, by the way, may smoke,
And be as relaxed as you can, like myself.
I shall wander among you as I talk and note your reactions.
Do not be nervous at this: this is a thing, after all,
We are all in together.

I want you to note in your notebooks, under ten separate headings,
The ten points I have to make, remembering always
That any single one of them may save your life. Is everyone ready?
Very well then.

The term, Psychological Warfare
Comes from the ancient Greek: psycho means character
And logical, of course, you all know. We did not have it
In the last conflict, the fourteen-eighteen affair,
Though I myself was through it from start to finish. (That is point one.)
I was, in fact, captured—or rather, I was taken prisoner—
In the Passchendaele show (a name you will all have heard of)
And in our captivity we had a close opportunity
(We were all pretty decently treated. I myself
Was a brigadier at the time: that is point two)
An opportunity I fancy I was the only one to appreciate
Of observing the psychiatry of our enemy
(The word in those days was always psychology,
A less exact description now largely abandoned). And though the subject

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poem by Henry Reed
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Glad They Have Been Abandoned

Have you yet grown sick of it?
Women referred to as pitbulls.
And men in politics stating openly...
The opposite sex,
Are lipstick wearing pigs!

Ladies and gentlemen,
Regardless of what you might think!
But those of you who are still among the conscious...
Have to agree,
While this is going on...
The quality of life for all,
Is nearing the edge to a close call.
And about to fall off the brink!

Isolated and united in racist remarks.
Increases to diminish common sense!
Leaders are focused on catfight brawls...
While a once great nation,
Is showing a greater taste for sensations that stagnate.

Have you yet grown sick of it?
Women referred to as pitbulls.
And men in politics stating openly...
The opposite sex,
Are lipstick wearing pigs!

And those who proclaimed these days would come...
Seem to be the only ones keeping their distance.
Since they have long been slandered and ostracized.
And clearly peaceful beings,
Who are glad they have been abandoned!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Smiled And Nodded

'I am losing the freshness of my garden, '
She said.
Staring at me as she reached for my hand.
And anticipating my response.

'This time of the year,
I would begin to smell my roses bloom.'

I smiled and nodded.
And grateful I was to keep my lips sealed.
Because the bush I thought she referred to...
Began to show signs of drying out,
Long before her admission.

'Do you remember how fragrant it use to be?
With just one sniff I was re-energized.'

~Yep!
I remember my addiction to sniffing that freshness.~

'Would you stop it.
You never helped me with the weeding.'

~You're right.
Especially when you stopped,
Softening up the bed.~

'There you go again...
Not paying me any attention.
I am talking about the sweetness of the fragrance.
And you refer to my leg hairs.'

And grateful I was to keep my lips sealed.
Because the bush I thought she referred to...
Began to show signs of drying out,
Long before her admission.
Leg hairs?

~Oh!
So that's how all my razors,
Lost their sharpness.~

'That's 'almost' funny.
You get no 'hees' but a half of a 'ha' with that one.'

~I'm not complaining.
When am I going to get a piece of that? ~

And she removed her hand...
With a daring look.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hunter

Laid back,
But ready to attack.
He's fat,
But cute in a hat.

Hunter the kitten,
As soft as a mitten.
Fun and lazy,
Fluffy and crazy.
Kitten at heart,
Always fart.

I love my kitten,
He's as cute as a button.
He's lazy and sweet,
But he loves to eat.

Laying next to me,
Making me happy.
Licking my tears away,
And making my day.
He likes to purr,
But he has too much fur.

My Hunter kitten,
As cute as ever,
You're fat and lazy,
But you're also crzy.
I love you,
ANd I hope you knew,
I'll love you,
Forever.

poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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My Broken Dream

I always had a sweet dream
A cute dream of being loved by a beautiful and cute girl
Slowly, I am getting older and older
When will I find the love of my life?
Is she even present in this world
Does such a girl exist?
As I love being in love
Although, love I do not have
Actually, I can never have love
Since, no girl wants to be in love with a nobody like me
All that I have managed to do, is to be a loser
Achieve I could nothing, not even love of a cute girl.

poem by Rohit Sapra
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