Enjoy Every Moment Of It
You picked with me a fight.
You thought would be easy for you to win.
Was it my appearance,
Or the sound of my voice?
Or was it my occupation...
My selection of choice.
Whatever made you decide,
To pick with me this fight.
I'm going to ensure you enjoy every moment of it.
And when I get through with you,
Guess which one of us will be sleeping peacefully,
At night?
I'll give you a hint...
It will not be you.
You've chosen just what I like to do,
With fools using unconsciousness...
As a means to prove their ignorance!
Since I like to teach and leave lessons learned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fight
Sometimes there's nothing to feel
Sometimes there's nothing to hold
Sometimes there's no time to run away
Sometimes you just feel so old
The times it hurts when you cry
The times it hurts just to breathe
And then it all seems like there's no-one left
And all you want is to sleep
Fight fight fight
Just push it away
Fight fight fight
Just push until it breaks
Fight fight fight
Don't cry at the pain
Fight fight fight
Or watch yourself burn again
Fight fight fight
Don't howl like a dog
Fight fight
Just fill up the sky
Fight fight fight
Fight til you drop
Fight fight fight
And never never
Never stop
Fight fight fight
Fight fight fight
So when the hurting starts
And when the nightmares begin
Remember you can fill up the sky
You don't have to give in
You don't have to give in
Never give in
Never give in
Never give in
song performed by by Cure
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Do You Feel Anything Loose?
You relied on intuition,
Which through perception...
You sought out to teach,
One you believed with ego...
A lesson.
And after doing so...
The one perceived with ego,
Had lessons to teach as well.
Inspired by those,
With similar quests to prove.
And the one lesson,
That has to remain on your mind...
As constant as your knack to judge a book,
By the appearance of its cover.
And...
The one lesson learned you recently was taught!
I can tell this by your lack of motivation to talk.
Someone you thought shallow...
Proved to you to be deep under the surface.
~Never assume you can feed yourself on perceptions.
You will die from starvation.~
You must enjoy knocking your head up against walls?
Do you feel anything loose?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I chose my way
The road I took came to a fork.
I had no choice but to decide
which of the two paths I would walk.
One narrow way, one broad and wide.
Whichever path I choose to take
a question lingers in my mind.
Perhaps I’ve made a grave mistake
but I press on leave doubts behind.
The narrow way; I made my choice.
Although I chose impulsively
I listened to some inner voice.
That whispered it was right for me.
I reached my goal successfully
which made me what I am today
Although I wonder where I’d be
if I had gone the other way.
Once you decide don’t second guess
but execute the choice you made.
The only way to reach success
is to keep on unafraid.
20-Jan-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Few Are Making Positive Deposits
The best way to teach,
Fools that can not be reached...
Who stay stubbornly out of touch.
Walk away!
And leave them to be fools.
Preaching never taught any lessons!
Especially if those lessons taught,
Have not been sought to value!
The best way to teach,
Fools that can not be reached...
Who stay stubbornly out of touch.
Walk away!
And leave them to be fools.
Preaching never taught any lessons!
Especially if those lessons taught,
Have not been sought to value!
And time wastefully spent...
Is not time returned.
Especially if investments are expected,
To reflect healthy dividends.
And few are making positive deposits...
To encourage the flourish of them!
The best way to teach,
Fools that can not be reached...
Who stay stubbornly out of touch.
Walk away!
And leave them to be fools.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A fool's game
It was a fool's game that should not begin
And you played it without honest rules
If you thought that you will always win
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools
If you thought that you can get me easy
And you tried to do this without honest rules
If you thought that my way to be is sleazy
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools
If you thought that you can hunt me slowly
And you danced this without honest rules
If you thought that I will love you only
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools
It was a morbid dance without real feelings
A dance of wishes without honest rules
If you thought that love means mutual dealings
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools
If you thought that you will be a winer
In this love fight without honest rules
If you thought I'm a cake at your dinner
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools
And if you thought you can get everything
In this world of yours without honest rules
If you thought that I'm an easy stupid thing
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Don't Stay To Feed This Beast
Word of advice.
Although it feels enticing,
To argue with someone...
Who has chosen ignorance to use,
As a weapon to fight against what is right.
Don't!
I repeat...DON'T!
Do not...
Show you are upset.
This will ignite,
A heat you will not be allowed to leave.
And you will get upset with regret.
Since...
People of ignorance,
Love and will get their attention!
And historically,
No one needs to prolong a search...
To uncover the evidence of that!
Word of advice.
Although it feels enticing,
To argue with someone...
Who has chosen ignorance to use,
As a weapon to fight against what is right.
Don't!
I repeat...DON'T!
Save yourself and 'time'.
Walk away immediately.
But don't stay to feed this beast.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pick A Fight
I can't be happy without you
You can't be happy without me
Still you always wanna pick a fight now
You say it's written in the stars
Some psychic read it in my cards
Still you always wanna pick a fight with me
You say that I'm the only one
The one you're looking for
Try and keep a straight face when you laugh
You talk to me like I'm a saint
But all your friends just say
We have been so over for some time
And I know that you had the best intentions for me
I know that what you're saying is goodbye
I can't be happy without you
You can't be happy without me
Still you always wanna pick a fight now
You say it's written in the stars
Some psychic read it in my cards
Still you always wanna pick a fight with me
You say you changed your mind again
You don't know how you feel
Give me some more time is what you say
You wanna use me like a toy
That you get bored with
Now you wanna store me far away
And I know that you had the best intentions for me
I know that what you're saying is goodbye...goodbye
I can't be happy without you
You can't be happy without me
Still you always wanna pick a fight now
You say it's written in the stars
Some psychic read it in my cards
Still you always wanna pick a fight with me
I can't be happy without you
I can't be happy without me
Still you always wanna pick a fight with me
I can't be happy without you
I can't be happy without me
Still you always wanna pick a fight with me
You always say what you don't mean
You always say the things that hurt me
Why do you pick a fight with me?
You always say what you don't mean
You always say the things that hurt me
Why do you pick a fight
Why do you pick a fight
You always pick a fight with me
song performed by by Goldfinger from Stomping Ground
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Eventually They Discovered Him To Be Their Teacher
Actively and from behind the scenes,
There were those who took it upon themselves...
To ensure his deeds he wished to see accomplished,
Were minimized.
And to their surprise attempts made to deny him,
Did not make a difference in his outward appearance.
And, in fact, he seemed happier than he had ever been.
And when it was revealed to them his sacrifices made,
With an exhausting of himself and unafraid...
By putting his neck on the line like no one else,
They then began to accuse him again to charade...
His expressing of a concern.
Or that he showed outwardly he had learned,
Any lessons at all they thought they were teaching him.
Eventually they discovered him to be 'their' teacher.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Best Woman Wins (feat. Lorrie Morgan)
Who do you think you are
What do you think this is
A game you can play
Tryin' to steal him away
Well, i don't need a heartache like this
Well, don't think i don't go through hell
But heaven is what we both want
He's easy to love, but he's hard to give up
And if you think i will, well, you're wrong
Chorus:
The best woman wins
I will fight 'til the end
I'll lay down and die if i must
I'll beg and i'll plead
I will suffer and bleed
But he must make a choice between us
This soap opera play that we're in
Is just like you watch on t.v.
But i never thought that i'd ever get caught in it;
Starring you, him and me
In love as in war all is fair
So a fight to the finish begins
When you fight from desire
You fight fire with fire
So may the best woman win
Repeat chorus
So may the best woman win
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Children Of The Night
All that I know in my life,
I have learned on the street
No magic carpet, no genie, no shoes on my feet
Will I wake up from this nightmare?
A fear that chills me to the bone
Though I may be one of many
I feel so all alone
We are the children of the night
We wont go down without a fight
Our voice is strong, our futures bright
And thanks to what we learned from you
Weve grown into the children of the night
Left by my father with only this scar on my face
Told by my mother that,
no, you were just a mistake
I have tasted my own hunger
Sold my body to survive
Some have paid to scratch the surface
But they cant touch whats inside
We are the children of the night
We wont go down without a fight
Our voice is strong, our futures bright
And thanks to what we learned from you
Weve grown into the children of the night
How I long for something better
Than this life I know too well
Lord, I know Im bound for heaven
Cause Ive done my time in hell
We are the children of the night
We wont go down without a fight
Our voice is strong, our futures bright
And thanks to what we learned from you
Weve grown into the children of the night
song performed by by Richard Marx
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Rawr
rawr means im in a fight
rawr means ive stopped my flight
rawr means im not sure whats right
who do i fight when i yell rawr
its me.....under your star
if you still care....
if you dare to understand
rawr means i fight me
fight me to the death do it so willingly!
black and blue as i continue to fight myself
its been months of war
war of the mind war of the body war of the soul i am now something to abhor!
rawr....i feel like im losing.... i mean look at me im writing poetry
again i cant let my feelings out i cant lose but i must
rawr rawr i will fight until, ive rust
gone and died one side
will win this not a chide!
this is war i must fight myself i cannot condone this
rawr RAWR RAWR! ! ! ! ! !
poem by David Knox
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How We Learned Our Lessons
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the observation of their sacrifices...
That's how we learned our lessons.
And we understood each one of them.
With our minds, eyes and ears opened.
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the acceptance and loving ourselves.
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the giving of respect,
We ourselves sometimes did not get!
That's how we learned our lessons.
And even though our steps made forward...
Were made to believe by others as limited.
And sometimes we wept and knew this was negative.
It was through the acceptance of who we were,
And loving ourselves.
That's how we learned our lessons.
And the parents we loved and had,
Did not brag about their college degrees!
Or 'things' with them we could buy to achieve...
To succeed in the repossessing of our minds,
Some permit an entry for this to be done!
They were with us all the time,
Telling us we could accomplish anything!
And could prove that too to ourselves and anyone.
'Whatever' it was we chose in our lives to do.
And working hard we did...
To pursue.
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the observation of their sacrifices...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Dedicated to:
Andrea ('Mimmie') , Tammy and Lisa
My sisters.
'Love you for your 'gifts' given...
Edna Pearl Roberts Prudhomme Pertillar
And Lawrence Pertillar, Sr.'
Our Parents.
~lsp~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Teach Them Young
We teach them young,
What to dislike.
And...
To separate into divisons,
With preferences selected.
We teach them young,
How to hate and who to fight.
With weapons used to kill.
And incite with mindless deeds.
We...
Teach them this!
We teach them,
With a rehabilitation done...
To respect laws when broken.
With the best of pretentions kept.
We...
Teach them this!
We teach them young,
The art of deception.
Self righteousness and hypocriscy.
And then when they reflect these lessons taught...
We teach them denial to have others believe.
We teach them young with a doing done they do!
And yet we get upset with regrets to protest those tests,
They have passed.
With accusations directed at others to blame,
For implimenting those tasks we teach.
We...
Teach them young!
With a doing of this not to admit.
As we wish for escape from their commitments,
Made.
We...
Teach them young.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Best Woman Wins
Who do you think you are
What do you think this is
A game you can play
Tryin to steal him away
Well, I dont need a heartache like this
Well, dont think I dont go through hell
But heaven is what we both want
Hes easy to love, but hes hard to give up
And if you think I will, well, youre wrong
Chorus:
The best woman wins
I will fight til the end
Ill lay down and die if I must
Ill beg and Ill plead
I will suffer and bleed
But he must make a choice between us
This soap opera play that were in
Is just like you watch on t.v.
But I never thought that Id ever get caught in it;
Starring you, him and me
In love as in war all is fair
So a fight to the finish begins
When you fight from desire
You fight fire with fire
So may the best woman win
Repeat chorus
So may the best woman win
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Passages (Recipe for SURE Disaster)
...A Journal page empty
No remembrance -
...No reflection...
....Glaringly white...
...But no rejection...
Diaphanously bright -
...Un-coverable...
Only by objection...!
...Nothingness...
...Again-the same -
Certainly not by...
Personal selection!
...Guess you wanted...
The Last Word! ! ! !
...Guess YOU wanted
The final smirk! ! ! !
...Does it prove your
...Manliness? ...
Or does it show
That you're a jerk?
...Did you bullies -
Enjoy yourselves? ? ? ?
...Stringing pitiful me...
...ALONG...?
But of course...! ! ! !
Kick me again-
...By all means...
...it's the Rule of
...Thumb...
When the Victim
...Is not strong...
...Called for most...
...Especially when...
...Their health
Has moved to...
...A more serious...
...Mode...
Give them reason
...To hope...
Take it away -
...Then re-apply...
A Heavier Load...
poem by Theodora Onken
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God's Children
[Jed]
I remember when I was a little girl
Thrown head first into this crazy world
Safe was all I'd wanna feel
Only our pain makes this life seem real?
Teachers trying to explain war
I'm sat trying to figure out what it's for
Cos they don't even know or care
Why so many people fight & die out there
I was petrified when I learned of death
Wondering how long I might have left
Does anybody know what life means?
Are the answers to these questions in my dreams of..
(Chorus:)
All of God's children
Loving Each Other
Living Together
Spirits running free forever
Thought when I grew up I might have a choice
Start speaking out, have my own voice
It's funny how it really goes
Contained by a system which nobody knows
No-one ever wants to be the same
Everybody wants to make a change
They never really think it through
They're all just doing what the others do
So I guess it comes down to this
There's only so long one life can exist
What can I leave for you when I'm gone
Only my ideas of what went wrong
(Bridge:)
Belief systems shattered
Our minds are scattered
When we come together
There'll be better weather
(Chorus) x2
(Guitar solo outro)
song performed by by Urban Clearway
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It's Christmas Day! All's Secure
Note: I don’t often put poems up that are not my own. But at the end this poem came with a request from the unknown author who wanted lots of people to read it by passing it on. As I read the poem I understood why and decide if I post it as the readership would end up worldwide. I removed the mark counter as it is not needed for this, but if want to pass this poem along please be my guest.
T'WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE.
I'D COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE, JUST WHO, IN THIS HOME HERE DID LIVE.
I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE.
NO STOCKING BY THE MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND.
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS,
WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS.
A SOBERING THOUGHT CAME TO MY MIND.
FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY.
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY
THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.
THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN DISORDER.
NOT HOW I PICTURED A LONE BRITISH SOLDIER.
WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED.
I REALISED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.
SOON ALL 'ROUND THE WORLD THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.
THEY ALL ENJOY FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS, LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.
I COULDN'T HELP WONDERING, HOW MANY ALONE
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.
THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE.
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES AND I STARTED TO CRY.
THE SOLDIER AWAKENED AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE:
''SANTA DON'T CRY, THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE.
I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM, I DON'T ASK FOR MORE.
MY LIFE IS MY GOD, MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS'
THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT, I CONTINUED TO WEEP
I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS SO SILENT AND STILL.
WE BOTH SAT AND SHIVERED FROM THE COLD NIGHTS CHILL.
I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE ON THAT COLD DARK NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOUR SO WILLING TO FIGHT.
THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE
WHISPERED: 'CARRY ON SANTA, ITS CHRISTMAS DAY! ALL'S SECURE'
ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT
'MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT'
THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN BY A PEACE KEEPING SOLDIER STATIONED
OVERSEAS.
THE FOLLOWING IS HIS REQUEST.... I THINK IT IS REASONABLE:
'PLEASE WOULD YOU DO ME THE KIND FAVOUR OF SENDING THIS TO AS
MANY PEOPLE AS YOU CAN'
poem by David Harris
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The Good Fight
By: jimmy buffett, j.d. souther
1980
To muhammed ali for twenty years of excitement and entertainment
They talk about their women too much
The women got em so confused
They dont talk about their lives as such
My life is all I got to lose
You take it with a grain of salt
And laugh at the complexities
Theyre good at pickin all the faults
I keep laughin so they dont pick me
Chorus:
Jesus if I had to quit tonight
Id never know if I was wrong or right
But thats just what you get
You got to go the distance
If you want to fight a good fight
Good fight
Keep it up and keep a good fight
Good fight
The telephone begins to ring
That could only be one call
I might as well be on the moon
Standin in the shower stall
Cant believe she picked it up
She didnt know the rules somehow
Then I hear her say hello (hello)
Panic in the grey room now
Chorus:
Jesus if I had to quit tonight
Shed kill me whether I was wrong or right
Thats just what you get
You got to go the distance
If you want to fight a good fight
Good fight
Keep it up and keep a good fight
Good fight
You never know until you try
Its hard to see the side youre on
Some people say Im halfway here
Some people say Im halfway gone
Chorus:
Jesus if I had to quit tonight
Id never know if I was wrong or right
But thats just what you get
You got to go the distance
If you want to fight a good fight
Good fight
Keep it up and keep a good fight
Good fight
All I want is just a good fight
Good fight
Yes its got to be a good fight
Good fight
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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A Marine's poem
T'WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE.
I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.
I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.
NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.
WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.
FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.
THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.
THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.
WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED?
I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.
SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.
THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.
I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.
THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.
THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
'SANTA DON'T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;
I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS.'
THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND SOON DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.
I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.
I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.
THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, 'CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE.'
poem by Raine Gillespie
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For Those Who Blindly Pick Their Foes
This is suggested for those,
Who blindly pick their foes.
It is recommended,
BEFORE moving ahead...
With an unconsciousness,
Be sure the chosen foe...
Isn't one protecting your back.
The results can prove to be,
Emotionally devastating.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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