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Doeth
Doeth the psycho wish forth kills?Nay he simply does.Doeth the baker wish for bread?Nay he makes.Doeth the poet hear rhymes?Nay he strings them along.Poetry doeth make a poet.
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I too tired
You know what I am going to keep typing until I am satisfied with it. No backspacing nothing. I am bored I need a new duck one thats soft and feathery. I am tired of my work. Pays the bills, surr, satisfaction and stories to tell, not so much, I need a new challenge. I…
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Pepper Paper
I was a beat cop Once upon a time After working my shift 12 hours on my feet I was tired I went home I took off my gun belt and hung it up I reclined in my ez chair And sat in the dark room And eased into blissful sleep My blissful slumber is…
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Christmas Hacks
Christmas Hacks — For those of us that just wish the holiday would stay without the inconveniences Avoiding the in-laws We all know that Christmas is a time of gathering of family and friends and extended relatives, but there are some of us that dislike the judging mother-in-laws. When first greeted by the in-law,…
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King
What defines a king? Is it his land? Nay, the people say. Is it his crown? Nay, say the people. Is it his birthright? Some may contest that claim. It is his castle? Nay, say the people. Is it his armies? Nay, his men state. A king is defined by the people that follows him,…
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Rugged Hands
Do you remember your father’s hands? How gentle they would caress and massage, Though he may have been tired from work, Though he wanted to relax in his big easy chair, You would still place your head on his lap. His touch was unlike your mother’s, Her hands were soft and hard, She was with…
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Nailbed 12/1/21
To Herschal, My dear boy, I understand that there is a new fad sweeping through the enemy camps, Deconstructing Faith. The idea that certain biblical questions call the existence of a good God into question. This mayhaps being a grander achievement that first thought. While the movement is antithesis in nature, it is really the…
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Sad Fate for Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas And everything was dandyJust ask Andy All the people were upWith jobs to feed their pupsChristmas had left out the doorThe meaning was gone just like the poorWe squandered and squabbled They flibbled and gibbledThe meaning was lost to timeJust like that pantomime The fellowship was brokenThe stars were sad in Hoboken With no tales…
The In Constant Chronicles
My Works as an Author
The In Constant Chronicles 