(2015)
A answer, of sorts, to Maya Angelou's poem, "The Lesson.
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Let’s have a taste of the whiskey Let’s have a taste of the Ale Let’s have a taste of a Lass’s li… Before we set to sail ————————————————————-
The Dittle-dots Construct their plots While the Rotten Randy’s Enlarge their lies. They all take hold
Words for the living Were solemnly said, As each coffin passed Housing it’s dead, “It is hard to be born
In the evening, in the twilight,… Of the coming of an age in parody Then I see another vision based o… But in the end, there is a song of… Scarlet red finds its way into my…
I was told, “Get the smallest pla… In the most expensive neighborhood… I saw the advantage in doing that And decided that was good. Then they said, “Be on level grou…
Let me be among the first to welcome Autumn In my tennis shorts and cotton top… oh, so cool. With Lemonade in hand
To slip away One summer morning To just disappear Without warning To find a place
In the deep-blue chill of morning Along the shallow bays of time Came the Spirit of the Yesterday With its haunting, melancholy, rhy… It flows upon Remembrance Shore
The whirlwind drifts across the snow like a dancer Stirring up confusion as it twirls The children chase along
In Irish tales Of ships and sails And foggy glens With spirits bright There comes a tale
Fiddle A. Dee, the hopping flea Hopped right onto the dog. The dog scratched here, The dog scratched there, Then the flea hopped on a Hog.
Cast those souls to seas of slumbe… Just past the gates of vacuity, So they may sail a clipper, swift, Beyond horizons to nullity. Nullity holds no love or hate,
The clouds roll in And the clouds roll out But that’s not really What clouds are about And the sun still shines
The old woman was knitting, seated… The afternoon was warm and the gar… Then she closed her eyes so memori… And her knitting found its way to… Suddenly, a cougar appeared from t…
There once was a man With a hole in his shoe Who wore flannel and wool And everything new. He had bright red mittens