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mayday calm  (  a  p o e m  )

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there is no panic, still there's time

it's early, blurry stirs the mind

as birds they sing in chirpy chimes

as curtains stir - up come them blinds


the water still flows in yon stream

as queens awaken from their dreams

& lambs bounce mad - they're full o' beans

i haven't heard a frantic scream


as morris men awake & yawn

then dress with bells upon this morn

those doom-merchants have yet to warn

of blah - blah - blah plus warring storms


i plod that path beside the barn

upon that hill wearing no charm

for luck i clutch air in my palm

which does the trick

it's mayday calm

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unamused  (  s o m e  p o e t r y  )

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what's funny about farms?

what's funny about about bones?

i grew up on a farm

was that a funny home?


my skeleton beneath

has never-ever spoke

let alone tickled folk

with a funny joke

( ? )

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