LITTLE PEOPLER..


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Tommyrot has made a lot of madness fun in tent..about the cartoon math..exacting what is spent..a child most really tapering his candle handle life..

While Scrintch the insect feeling small is searching for a wife..

Baboon child of wonder..will find the H2O.lost in the wild follow that child he knows where to go..Protected by hyena..as made clear in the past..thirsty is as thirsty does..

peach cobbler goes real fast..

‘Sloppy Homer’ munches down on mountains of food..in a cartoon ever such a buffoon never rude..’Marge‘ will always charge him..in a cartoon way..he gorges while his son nails daddy’s feet down every day..                                                                                            

Just like in this real life..right around the ‘hood..if you grow don’t let it show..it’s rarely understood..I wrote encyclopedia about a t-bone steak..and how hippo ain’t a giraffe..

just may be a fake..

‘Preposterous’ monkey..jumps up and down..robins twitter at the world..the ostrich wears a frown.. his neck aches to take it right on down..

to another author..hides in a hole.. makes the forehead smile.. behind lips on rhino tips  when it hides for awhile..

Once hidden no judge budges largest of the birds..he has a chirp that sounds a burp..loudest ever heard..granny with her groceries..remember her at teens..hears burp pass enormous gas..her bags drop..

screams ‘obscene’.

Fraternities in small expensive towns will have their say..with one black member then a fag or Jew to pave the way..

For things they do not know believe or understand..spend extort bucks escape a rape to lend a helping hand..

Write poems alone..deride the phone at dinner table stew..be you and love extending well..no matter what you do…

This the time of doing..sure to do it right..boss in the day..have dinner..watch a play at night..

Written well by Shakespeare the master of the pen..with tragedy and romance..comedy again..

A most literate friend..

Shareboodle has a noodle head for such a tyke..at one hundred fifty miles per hour runs his little tryke..from the land of Harley behind a plastic mask..Smooth down the road past creepy toads and dream maidens bask..

In the warm and golden sun..purple is the rain..the red cloud will abide the ride and everything..insane..

 

Peace Tony                                                                                                             //AC.c.dp.2.10.10/1100h/wpls//

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About cryinforthedyin

I write philosophy and poetry. I postulate solutions for problems..I find similiar things in history to compare to present day, hoping to find a solution to the seemingly difficult task of giving and receiving love. I play music. Blues harp, piano, guitar, electric and acoustic. I sing..I love to sing..Peace Tony
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  1. Reblogged this on Cryinforthedyin's Blog and commented:

    From five years plus back.. in the time of 2010.. Peace Tony

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