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hooray!
PatientEtherisedUponATableLike would have been more apt but less feasible.
You may eat a peach and walk upon the beach to celebrate.Leave a comment:
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Originally posted by DS23 View Post
ajp
god is a concept
by which we measure
our pain
i'll say it again
god is a concept
by which we measure
our pain
i don't believe in magic
i don't believe in i-ching
i don't believe in bible
i don't believe in tarot
i don't believe in hitler
i don't believe in jesus
i don't believe in kennedy
i don't believe in buddha
i don't believe in mantra
i don't believe in gita
i don't believe in yoga
i don't believe in kings
i don't believe in elvis
i don't believe in zimmerman
i don't believe in beatles
i just believe in me
yoko and me
and that's reality
the dream is over
what can i say?
the dream is over
yesterday
i was the dreamweaver
but now i'm reborn
i was the walrus
but now i'm john
and so dear friends
you'll just have to carry on
the dream is over
The very odd thing is that I was thinking of the above song just yesterday....
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I usually wait for the poster to say they are happy with it but this just fits perfectly. Alfred, if you want it changing just let me know. I can't check all posts so PM me so it doesn't get lost.
Alfred J Pruffock
your poems lighten dark days
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ajp
god is a concept
by which we measure
our pain
i'll say it again
god is a concept
by which we measure
our pain
i don't believe in magic
i don't believe in i-ching
i don't believe in bible
i don't believe in tarot
i don't believe in hitler
i don't believe in jesus
i don't believe in kennedy
i don't believe in buddha
i don't believe in mantra
i don't believe in gita
i don't believe in yoga
i don't believe in kings
i don't believe in elvis
i don't believe in zimmerman
i don't believe in beatles
i just believe in me
yoko and me
and that's reality
the dream is over
what can i say?
the dream is over
yesterday
i was the dreamweaver
but now i'm reborn
i was the walrus
but now i'm john
and so dear friends
you'll just have to carry on
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Aye Arp
You are too kind - such words are so foreign to my ears nowadays - and for a change - I am lost for words.
So enough of moi - instead ; dedicated to all of my fellow CUK readers - a few words from the immortal Bard Mr Robert Burns ...
Here's a bottle and an honest friend!
What would ye wish for mair, man?
Who kens, before his life may end,
What his share may be o' care, man?
Then catch the moments as they fly,
And use them as ye ought, man:
Believe me, happiness is shy,
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That calls for a poem. Oh, and Poetlike would suit.
Meditations: Dario Fo's discovery that God is the Supreme Head of the Italian State Railway
God, once had a moustache, double breasted jacket
Woollen turtleneck and held me on skis in Abruzzi
God, once was a second grade teacher, signorina Puccessi, teaching
Petrarch, Virgil, Ovid, Boccaccio, Dante, Grazia Deledda, , to mules
God, once was whoever had 10,000 lire, the bomba,
dared to show it, to spend the whole amount on drinks
God, once was the captain of an ocean liner, Vesuvius
Crossing the Atlantic to Ellis island, with one push from Naples
God, once played centerfield in pinstripes, wore number 7
drank a lot, hit home runs, won world series, a good friend
God, once was a girl's eyes, her mouth, her right breast,
then her left and sometimes the void between her legs
God, once was the head of the New York Stock Exchange
and quit over a salary dispute, to save money on taxes
God, once wore silver and black, became very popular,
other than in K.C., throwing long bombs to Cliff Branch
God, once was the creator of all things, except Darwinism,
Communism, all isms etc, but now rarely makes even a miracle
God, once fell terribly in love, lost, banished everyone to hell
became stone deaf to all pleas, while watching TV in heaven
God, once went back to Italy, became a sanitation worker
called a strike, filled Rome with garbage, till money was paid
God, once dressed as a woman, liked it so much,
he became a she and took a walk on the wild side
God, once wore a red fedora, played Stanley on Broadway
and went around shaking up molecules with black jazzmen
God, once went back to New York City, shot all the petty thieves,
wannabees and junkies and gave the credit to the politicians
God, once punished his angels, making them Sioux, Aztecs,
Blackfeet, Incas, slaves, Jews and had Europeans murder them
God, once loved the world so much he gave it his only begotten son,
who became president of the United States, for eight years
God, doesn't ski now
God, doesn't play baseball or football, either
God is retired in Maine,
God sleeps on the couch
God could use a shave
God goes to the refrigerator to get a beer
God lies on the floor and watches TV
God could use a bath
God has an answer for every question
God has no books, no music, no dvds
No family
God, does still go around shaking up molecules
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AlfredJPruffock Godlike
Congrats
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