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You Can't Be A Kid Unless
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You break something worth memory
and is made of an adult's dreams.
Unless you run around naked
with no sense of nudity or propriety.
If you eat a bug, tasting the grit,
wondering what that is, you rate
kid status. When you curse
out loud at the formal dinner
party and everyone chokes, yep
you're a kid. Crying over well
most things, wanting well most
things, going for it even among
loud adult negations and contraries.
You are not a kid unless you
have age numbers in the single
digits. If 20 or older, I'm so
sorry about this poem
Lady A
03-31-15
436p
I wish I had a Dollar for
Age: an individual's development measured in terms of the years requisite for like development of an average individual
Every story-teller bends the myth to his own purpose. that's why a Hero has a thousand faces
ABOUT THAT!!!!!
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Great !!!!!!!!!! But what are boogers ?
Oh Star !! I used to lament not getting sweets & feel unhappy as a kid. Now I eat sweets and feel unhappier... ~Your lastlisted poisoned-salted formalined friend b~
P.S. I love green the colour of mother nature
©bishu
Bugers (Boogers misspelled)
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Those things that form in your nose and you pick at them, they get stuck on kid fingers and having nowhere to put them, in the mouth - yum. I have always believed that they are parts of the brain that the brain doesn't want. REALLY, I don't do that anymore! I seem to have struck some chords, From: Getinline, stopbeingme, and flouderinginsea ~(:D)- slc
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You Can't Be A Kid Unless
Hello Star, Been there done that, I tried and I cried then
this thing called reality came along and made me sing
a whole different song.
Good One Star. *MilMan*
Let's Do It Again
The child is father to the man, - who said that?. A poem somewhere, Shakespeare? Whitman? Anybody? - I grow old, I grow old, I shall wear bugers on my trousers rolled. (move over Eliot). There is absolutely no dignity associated with my poem. Hmmm... :D slc
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Grandma's Wings
Grandma, I wonder
where you keep your wings.
Are they hung in your closet
with the rest of your things?
Do you put them away
and just use them at night
or give them to Rosie
to polish up bright.
I know you have wings,
for this must be true,
'cause God always gives
them to Angels just like you.
© Ricky R. Hernandez
©bishu
Gotta Go Dust Them Suckers Off Now!
Thanks for the tribute poem from a favorite writer. That was very kind of you, Bishwanath. I appreciate you highly. - yr poempenner from the away lands of myth ~:D~
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