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Cross Eyed Mary

Who would be a poor man, a beggerman, a thief
if he had a rich man in his hand
And who would steal the candy from a laughing baby's mouth
if he could take it from the money man
Cross-eyed Mary goes jumping in again
She signs no contract but she always plays it clean
She dines in Hampstead village on expense accounted gruel
and the jack knife barber drops her off at school
Laughing in the playground gets no kicks from little boys
would rather make it with a letching gray
Or maybe her attention is drawn by Aqualung
who watches through the railings as they play
Cross-eyed Mary finds it hard to get along
A poor man's rich girl and she'll do it for a song
A rich man's stealer but her favour's good and strong
She's the Robin Hood of Highgate helps the poor man get along
Laughing in the playground gets no kicks from little boys
would rather make it with a letching gray
Or maybe her attention is drawn by Aqualung
who watches through the railings as they play

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There was an old man of Tobago,
Who lived on rice, gruel and sago
Till, much to his bliss,
His physician said this -
To a leg, sir, of mutton you may go.

limerick by Edward Lear
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I'll dispose of my teeth as I see fit, and after they've gone, I'll get along. I started off living on gruel, and by God, I can always go back to it again.

quote by S.J. Perelman
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There was an Old Person of Ewell,
Who chiefly subsisted on gruel;
But to make it more nice
He inserted some mice,
Which refreshed that Old Person of Ewell.

limerick by Edward Lear
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Without a sense of place the work is often reduced to a cry of voices in empty rooms, a literature of the self, at its best poetic music; at its worst a thin gruel of the ego.

quote by William Kennedy
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Inspired by Issa - Prayers

all the lotuses
aides in
my prayers

tanka:

the lotuses have fully
bloomed to
embrace the sky
like my heart after the
dawn prayers

blossomed

inspired by

this day-
even stirring gruel
is a prayer!
-Issa,1814

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poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Losers Win?

Freedom beyond liberty
A goal not for all to attain
Most loose it from failing
Others by whom to blame

Freedom is only for the willing
Willing to look beyond the rule
They gain no forgiving
For not doing what serves the gruel

Freedom need be hard if to sustain
For the losers always seem to win
The challenger being reason to blame
So losers can feel good again

poem by Joseph PARASCANDALO
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It Tastes Like NECTAR

To be an unwanted guest
sitting alone in the absence of the host
eating food 'hot and shining like an eye of a cat',
It is not delicious, but considered 'bitter like neem';

If you happen to eat in a house
where you are greeted kindly with respect,
the host also accompanies you to dine,
however they are poor;

Even if they provide cold watery gruel,
prepared with poor quality rice grains,
It tastes like NECTAR,
imbibes with your mind and body.

poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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The Bolshie Nurse

He was a man of the union clan
And a Labor secre-tary.
He fell unwell and beneath the spell
Of a little nurse named Mary.
Now, Mary was no little lamb,
And the tenets that he taught her
They turned her head and she voted 'red'
When the mad strike fever caught her.

Then he missed his gruel, and he thought it cruel
That he was so neglected
One winter morn; and, all forlorn,
He rang - and was neglected.
And when she came she said, 'My name
Is henceforth Trotsky Mary.
We've downed thermometers, my friend:
You've won, dear secre-tary!'

poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Trapped Inside

What am I doing?
Trapped inside.
I know the rules,
from the path I hide.

Wandering back to this viceral space.
No need for love,
I'm lost in this place.
Torn pieces of pain and sin.
What am I thinking?
The bulb is dim.

I have no cards left to play.
The game is dead yet here I stay.
Mistake on mistake,
another string breaks.
Why am I falling in this disgrace.

A fool I am,
and a fool I shall be.

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poem by Michael McParland
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