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  LAWRENCE S. PERTILLAR (February/'47)
 
 
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  11197.     

Pushed To The Curb

Those holding onto their catty bitch issues?
From days long gone and equally insignificant.
Need to be dropped, stopped and blocked,
From anyone who regarded them as a priority.
The universe bustles with too much life...
To let their continued bickering,
Bring another one strife.
They need to be 'dusted'.
And pushed to the curb.
To be picked up like garbage,
Along with the other crusted stuff!
Too long rusted.
 
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  11198.     

Pushing Up A Wealth Of Useless Egos

You need to mind 'your' business!
And 'you' need to mind your business...
Understanding their business is none of yours.
AND...
All of you need to find a way,
To conduct your business together!
Because if you do not...
The business that could have been done,
Will find a worth less than dirt.
And 'that' is what we all eventually become!
Dirt!
Pushing up a wealth of useless egos!
Nobody knows or cares existed!
 
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  11199.     

Put A Sock In It

Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!

Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!

Many getting sick of the pickiness started.
And when it gets sticky they can not stop.
Instigating agitation with annoyance.
Dropping all they've got to tie a mind in knots.

Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!

Can't you see them strike poses and begin to 'cheese'.
Then plop on their knees,
To make their pleas.
These same folks cry about bad luck.
With claims their butts are stuck in ruts.

Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!

Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Folks have had enough,
And fed up!

Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Folks have had enough,
And fed up!

Folks have had enough.
Folks have had enough.
Folks have had enough.
And fed up!
 
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  11200.     

Put A Whoa To Your Woes

Unstrap from that backpack you carry,
Loaded with burdens others on you dump.
And don't straddle on a saddle,
Believing the ride will get you over the hump.
Let go and jump away from that rat race.
Put a whoa to your woes.
Experience your life at a slower pace.
You can.
Just loosen up that grip you hold.

Take a morning walk.
Seek a place where there are trees.
Do this as often as you can.
And take some time to leave,
Those wanting to put upon you...
'Their' demands.

Unbunkle from those traps backpacked.
Let go and face the truth of facts.
Breathe the freshened air that's free.
Take a morning walk and talk,
With a doing amongst the listening trees.
Put a whoa to your woes and know,
You don't have to straddle a saddle...
To be buckled to beliefs,
Not returning to you a moment of peace.

Put a whoa to your woes.
Let them go.
And don't fear doing it as a solo.
But put a whoa to your woes.
You can.
And don't fear doing it as a solo.
Put a whoa to your woes to leave them behind,
And go!
 
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