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  • Illusion
    confusion
    Intrusion
    Delusion
    I on us
    they have, hmmm?
    Hehheheheheheh
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    • This is not my poem, but I liked the thought:

      Last night I saw upon the stair
      A little man who wasn't there.
      He wasn't there again today.
      I wish that man would go away.

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      • Star light
        Star bright
        First thing I see tonight
        Wonderful star in the sky

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        • You don't have to die
          To rest in peace
          alea iacta est
          Alas, ace ate it
          A cross to bear
          Starring Ursa Major
          A dog barks at a naked tree
          Roll the bones
          Dicing with death
          Funny bone
          Tickle, tickle
          One last breath
          As the spork pushes humpty off the wall.

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          • I was off the wall in Walnut Creek
            Nut to mention insane in Seine
            Out of hand in Handan
            Bananas, mister tally man?
            I was really out there for a week
            will never go abroad again!

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            • Roses are red
              Violets are blue
              There goes Aurora
              Where i see you

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              • Moderation In camera,
                And the camera never lies.
                Who moderates the moderators?
                Asked the spider of the flies....

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                • Knocking on the way
                  Knocking on the say
                  There is no way
                  To kick the hay

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                  • We are the immunity
                    Within the community
                    Fear not a mutiny
                    And in tune-ity you will a be
                    It's not a riddle, you're fit as a fiddle,
                    So enough to the fear based lunacy.
                    Love, love, love
                    The organ bellows,
                    As above, my dear fellows.


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                    • Horrid space-like rascals
                      Invisible everywhere
                      Red coronavirus
                      Tasty vaccine's ready
                      Come share .

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                      • You were in my right mind when I was not.

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                        • You the right mind Aurora
                          Cute cuddly teddy bear
                          That will light up in peoples hearts
                          Show that cuddly bear
                          ​​​​​​​With that big hug.

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                          • A pig in a poke
                            A poke of chips
                            A chip on your shoulder
                            A game of poker
                            Chips on the table
                            Going all in
                            Pass the pigs
                            Poke her
                            Porky
                            Pie

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                            • Pigs might fly
                              It's a matter of time
                              And time flies when you're having fun
                              So fly with me now in time
                              Eons fly by and pigs just might
                              Get caught up in time
                              And learn to fly
                              It is all a matter of pig eons
                              For time flies like a banana


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                              • Ration mode,
                                Demon ratio!
                                Do I rat on me?
                                I Modern Tao,
                                Mondo I rate,
                                Do I tear mon?
                                Doom it near?
                                No...Do me Rita!
                                Last edited by mozold; 13-04-20, 07:11 PM. Reason: everything in moderation

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                                • Hearses around, hearses around,
                                  His feet never touch the ground,
                                  Bouncing up, bouncing down,
                                  Hearses around, makes quite a sound,
                                  The bare faced cheek of it,
                                  Calloused and on the loose,
                                  Bashed and bruised,
                                  He's a funeral in the making,
                                  The ground is quaking,
                                  He dug his own pit,
                                  To sit in,
                                  Wait...
                                  He wanted a cremation,
                                  A familiar sensation,
                                  He bounces with elevation,
                                  Out of the hole,
                                  Back on the town,
                                  Hitting the ground,
                                  That familiar pound,
                                  Hearses around.



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                                  • Aurora is such a reader
                                    but he doesn't know right from wrong
                                    He is funny or not
                                    He is speaking his mind
                                    From the truth or not
                                    He has his own life

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                                    • You can never be certain
                                      Of the man behind the curtain
                                      Plato's cave
                                      Cradle to grave
                                      An is becomes a Waz
                                      The wonderful wizard of...

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                                      • love, love, love...
                                        It's what we're all made of!
                                        Fear, fear, fear
                                        Will bring a tear to your eye
                                        and then a sigh
                                        why, oh why?
                                        so you can...
                                        love, love, love
                                        Put your hand inside the glove
                                        And box your way out of the ring
                                        You're contained within
                                        Like a fox on the run
                                        Have all the fun
                                        The thrill of the chase
                                        In your face
                                        The fox(g)love boxes clever
                                        Slyly mixin'
                                        The vixen
                                        Betwixin'
                                        Trickin,
                                        Finger,
                                        Lychen,
                                        Good!

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                                        • Make your proof, bullet proof.
                                          Boldy go outside the margins.
                                          Strikeout!

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