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  7161.     

It's Very Rare That Cookies Would Leave Lips Unlicked

Desired wishes to keep things the way they are...
Is as foolish as an adult,
Putting dentures under a pillow...
And hoping the tooth fairy will leave,
At least twenty dollars for a row of false teeth.
To be deluded with disappointment,
Is hard to overcome when someone has this belief!

And this is the crisis...
Although exaggerated,
Some employing these devices face.
They have been abandoned to deal with unexpected realitlies,
Even though signs of them coming...
Had been quickly from their minds erased.

Leaving those with preferances...
With choices to dunk their cookies,
In fresh white milk!
Or secret wishes to dip into chocolate,
Day or night.
And no one to recommend which to dismiss.

And 'if' sins committed can be exposed for what they are,
From pulpits!
And such activities found delicious and admitted...
Whether or not consented and/or sneaked!
Then why must a thrusting done and covered up,
Can not be happily enjoyed under wet and heated sheets?
Without a guilt that comes to disturb one's sleep.

'I don't understand this at all! '

Cookies tasted in the dark...
Delivers a spark better enjoyed,
When the absence of light prevents a thorough examination.
It's very rare that cookies would leave lips unlicked,
And the beauty of mystery,
Is to let it sit until it finally disconnects from a mysteriousness...
If allowed to be left alone!

'Oh...
I see!
That is as clear as roasted pudding! '

Roasted pudding?
Ugh.

'Turn off the light.
Goodnight! '
 
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  7162.     

It's Your Feet You Need

You would get rid of it quicker,
Than in your mind kept to keep.
Whether it's...
Religiously held politics.
With claimed fixed beliefs,
Whether it's a praying with faith...
Everyday you claim to do,
You'd exchange in seconds...
If any benefit were in it to increase.

Quick to rid with a doing you are...
Whether it's,
Friendship given.
Or love said committed.
Whether it's a giving of patience,
Someone offers to you to tolerate.
You will 'still' let that slip away from your hands,
Just to say...
No one is around you who understands.

I've listened to your comments made.
And how everyday they change.
I've sat through countless use of your excuses,
To blame your rough and tough lived childhood...
Had kept you in a frame of mind that still remains,
Keeping you misunderstood.
But it's your feet you need to get up on and stand.
Stop making excuses to be less than a man.

Whether it's a giving of patience,
That someone offers to you with tolerance.
As many have done to do.
You will let slip away from your hands,
Quicker to excuse if it benefits.
Just to say...
No one is around you who understands.
And then you want to waste time for that to debate,
To gain an empathy with a doing that stays.
Well...
Baby boy,
Let me say this to make it clear and quick,
It's your feet you need to get up on and stand.
It's your feet you need to walk in adult shoes,
As if you understand what it takes to be a man.

You would get rid of it quicker,
Than in your mind kept to keep.
Whether it's...
Religiously held politics.
With claimed fixed beliefs.
Whether it's,
A friendship to you given.
Or love from you to state is committed.
Whether it's a giving of patience,
Someone offers to you to tolerate.
To eventually take for granted to throw away.
Well...
Let me say this to make it clear and quick,
It's your feet you need to get up on and stand.
It's your feet you need to walk in adult shoes,
As if you understand what it takes to be a man.
And with a doing done not to pretend!
 
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  7163.     

It's Your Niche

Some people...
Rather sleep than leap.
Some people...
Can't get up on their own two feet.
And some people...
Seek defeat!
While some people...
Tease a sleaze to keep that peeped.

But it's your niche...
That must be pitched.
The one that fits.
And doesn't quit one bit.

Yes it's your niche.
That must be pitched.
The one that fits,
And doesn't quit one bit!

Some people...
Rather sleep than leap.
Some people...
Can't get up on their own two feet.
But it's your niche...
That must be pitched.
The one that fits.
And doesn't quit one bit.

Some people...
Seek defeat!
While some people...
Tease a sleaze to keep that peeped.
But it's your niche...
That must be pitched.
The one that fits.
And doesn't quit one bit.

Yes it's your niche.
That must be pitched.
The one that fits,
And doesn't quit one bit!

Some people...
Don't have a niche.
Some people...
Give up too easy and they quit.
Some people...
Don't have a niche.
Some people...
May have a scratch but have no itch.
 
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  7164.     

I've

I've,
Memories to keep.
I've,
Lived life for reasons.
I've,
Sowed what I've reaped.
And I've,
Spent time in seeking.
With a little bit of pity,
And a lot of self defeating.

I've,
Done plenty weeping.
I've,
Had little sleep.
But today I know when troubles come,
I'm not alone to be on my own!
I've grown a lot older!

I've,
Memories to keep.
I've,
Lived life for reasons.
I've,
Sowed what I've reaped.
And I've,
Spent time in seeking.
But today I know when troubles come,
I'm not alone to be on my own!
I've grown a lot older!
And today I know when troubles come,
I'm not alone to be on my own!
I've grown a lot older!
And today I know when troubles come,
I'm not alone to be on my own!
 
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