Your ravishing signs, my nefarious designs,
Back’s blue, that facade is yellow…
I wonder why I’m the fellow,
Stalking the beautiful and pristine,
Trespassing the seen unseen,
Modestly though changing the lines,
Headed to where, destiny destines.
Precarious thoughts, yet they assume,
Blatant efforts, my eyes assure…
Capturing you, cynosure…
It may seem quite bizarre,
My stalking you coul...

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I Wish I Had A Harley

I wish I had a Harley,

all black and silver chrome,

I’d park it in the drive

outside my modest little home.

I don’t want it to ride,

I just want it in my drive

as a symbol to the world

that I’m still very much alive.

You see I’ve reached that tender age

where a ponytail seems a good idea,

a tattoo would be cool

or six s...

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