

An Ode to Those who DifferThe rush of new salvation Gives a sense of stimulation, That is pumping ‘round my body And is keeping me awake.An Ode to Those who Differ
The writing that I’m giving Gives a sense of what I’m living. But can never quite astound me Into writing what is true.
I know what I’ve been saying Can be seen as somewhat swaying, And can never seem to stick to What is wrong and what is right.
I know I’m hypocritical And not quite apolitical But the way in which I’m living Has been suiting me just fine.
So, people may be laughing At my clothes and at my


An Ode to John WilmotA life devoid of morals, Unfortunate ‘mount of quarrels; Your later years you spent your time Resting on your Laurels.An Ode to John Wilmot
You had a many mistress, I’m sure they left you breathless; A taste for Barry kept you down She gave you no success.
Your bedroom acts caused you ills You suffered from your sickly chills It’s a pity when you think that All you needed was some pills
You ‘ventually made a stand And people thought you grand It took VD to make you see That redemption was at hand


A Poem written one night at woThe tears of her solice ran down her face, Over her dress and soaked into her lace. She felt a warm hand on her cold shoulder, And she just wanted him to hold her. She tried to look and her tears had faded, She tried to smile but still was jaded. She hated him and what he'd done to her, Was so very shocked that he could murder. He stood and he turned and he walked away, And there forever her body would lay.A Poem written one night at wo
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I live in plymouth
are you part of the weird little groupage that go in town on saturdays
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"Sin-jin in the rain?" ...
" No Shannon that actually says singing in the rain you prat."
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