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The Sunshine Boys
The Sunshine Boys are chatting on the phone;
They claim that they are both concerned with peace.
But one of them is raining down his bombs,
While body counts on both sides still increase.
The other one appears not to remember
Who started this barbaric slice of hell;
He treats the culprit as a valued partner
And seems to have been captured by his spell.
The victims...
Friday 14th February 2025 5:25 pm
Scholarship
I started writing poetry at 13.
Writing to relieve my mind.
To try to rhyme like my
Hip-Hop idols.
I would of never thought
I would be writing for a
Scholarship.
Yes my brain is scholarly.
But my poetry puts me on
a Rocket Ship.
Flying me past the sky.
Past Cloud 7,8,9.
Past the stars.
I'm big headed like Jupiter.
I'm filled with nothing but gas and poet...
Monday 29th June 2015 5:14 am
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