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Fluffy

Fluffy, furry buddy
Chewed his leg on the porch
Whyd you do it fluffy, on the porch?
Good dog fluffy, old friend my pal
Fluffys got his buddy on the porch
Penny, shes my girlie, she sits here with me on the porch
Penny looks so pretty on the porch
Penny takes fluffy for a walk out on the path
Fluffy chases the other doggies on the path
But big sister penny get fluffy back on the porch
So me and fluffy and penny were on the porch

song performed by Ween
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The East London Devil's Diplomat

And so old mate,
you've taken your last breath,
You've snuffed it, yeah,
no, really your stone dead.

Now come on chum
it's really not that bad,
dark souls like yours
are welcome at our gaff.

The climate here
is great, better than most
Your bloody soul will
soon be warm as toast.

Just take a look around,
this place is hot.
we've china plates
and dinner's in the pot.

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poem by Ruth Walters
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The Little Girl's Prayer

Please send me a fluffy angel to watch me when I sleep!
I know he'd be invisible, but it would help a heap!
Soft snowy wings just like a dove's, all shiny, glistening bright!
To prove to me how much God loves and cares for me each night!
It's not that I'm a scaredy cat, afraid to close my eyes!
I'm not a sad, precocious brat with tantrums, pouts and sighs!
I'm just a little girl who reads my Bible every day -
Who tries to do some noble deeds for folks along the way!
Please send me my fluffy angel - it's not too much to ask!
Ah, go on, I'm sure You're able! It's not too hard a task!
My noble spirit and my friend who'd stand nearby till dawn,
Till sacred night comes to an end and I wake up and yawn...
He'd be my angel, mine alone! My guardian while I dream!
A righteous dude to whom I'm known because I'm on God's team!

poem by Denis Martindale
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The 'Potato' Poem

I love potatoes chopped up into chunky chips.
I love spicy potato wedges, served up with dips.
I love potato slices which have been fried in a pan:
Of sautéed potatoes, I am the world's biggest fan.

I love potatoes which have been pummelled and bashed
With butter and milk to make a real light, fluffy mash.
Jacket potatoes, I find a bit dry, but with a nice filling
Such as chilli, to give them a try, I am more willing.

With breakfast, I love hash browns or potato cakes,
And I love potatoes mixed up with leeks in a bake.
Crispy, golden potatoes, served up with Sunday roast
Are among the kinds of potato which I love the most.

Mixed in soups and casseroles, I love potatoes diced.
On top on minced beef hotpot, I love potatoes sliced.
Fluffy potato stuffed inside a crispy potato croquette
Is also rather nice, and, for me, it is another safe bet.

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poem by Angela Wybrow
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Visit Malaysia Year Poem - Pulau Ketam (State of Selangor)

pincers, white fluffy flesh
red hot, spicy shells
under our white
plastic hammers
each leg, pincer,
carapace broken
licked clean

the two eyes
now jutting out of
the auspicious
light as flight
red orange shell
so cleaned up of life
so meaningless
and emptied
of existence
a loser of
the world
except for

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poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Weather-esque

Wind gusted and
Snow fell.
Flakes blew about this way and that,
Creating a semi-transparent veil of
Frozen precipitation.
Legs trudged through hip-high drifts
While hardened snow crunched underfoot.
Mitten-covered hands clench a hardwood staff
That digs through the layers of snow and
Impales the half-frozen ice underneath.

The wind blows north to south,
Straight into my face.
Two t-shirts, three long sleeves,
A sweater, a jacket, a hooded sweatshirt,
A big puffy coat lined with fur,
A hat and earmuffs,
Two layers of mittens and four layers of socks
With fur-lined, water-proof boots,
Along with two scarves,

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poem by Alex Garr
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Yes I Am As happy As A Squirrel In The Dumpster

Yes I am as happy as a squirrel in the dumpster
As happy as maggots in the wound of a dying dog name Fluffy
In my happiness I am dying day by day and by the day I am to happy to pray
Yes dying of happiness found in the dumpster where we buried Fluffy
I am as happy as a smooth stone tied around the neck of a long day yes the long day falling like a stone
Yes the long day smooth as a neck that holds the head of a squirrel feeding in the dumpster of found food that human throw away against the hunger of the world that is too hungry to pray for happiness
I have buried my feet in a pit of maggot blinded by hunger they are dreaming of getting wings but I will throw them away yes yes I will throw them all away because of their hunger hanging heavily around the neck of a smooth stones that falls like the clouds that leaks their heavy liquid load in the long light of the day and the day is as happy as I am who will not pray
I am lost yes lost in the wounded warmth of a dumpster where happiness is as long as the day
I am as happy as a pig wallowing in a muddy ditch
Yes the long day has ditched the sun and the night is happy to be muddyed by stars
I am a pig when it comes to happiness and I say yes when it comes I am yes I am long in my happiness
It is hard won by the muddy love of human warmth packed beneath the sheets where the long day sleeps
I am as happy as a Robin with a beak full of worms
Yes I worm my way throught happiness as the long day worms its way out of night that has buryed the sun with its own happiness full of warmth packed beneath the space from which the stars come
I am as happy as one who stands out against the many lost in the many of ones who have lost their oneness in the collected warmth of the many
Yes I am one with happiness that collect for me the lost warmth found in a ditch that acts as a dumpster
I am lost in my happiness and I have forgotten how to pray yes I have forgotten how to because with my happiness there is no need to beg the begger of Gods
Yes there is no need to beg the forgotten Gods

poem by David E. Patton
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The Day

The day marvin gaye and phil ochs got married
The trees all waved their giant arms
And happiness bled from every streetcorner
And biplanes bombed with fluffy pillows
The day marvin gaye and phil ochs got married
The trees all waved their giant arms
And happiness bled from every streetcorner
And biplanes bombed with fluffy pillows

song performed by They Might Be Giants
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Well, fluffy shirts are, by definition, very comfortable.

quote by Hugh Dancy
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Rolling fog touching
the edge of the cliff clings to
peeking fluffy sky

haiku by Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black
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