I saw the leaf and wondered how the monkey
felt.� How could the aliens just come and take the hamburger away?� Some songs
are faster than others, so many marriages end in divorce.� Many more than when it was
the olden days because there were cowboys all over Dodge.� But Fords are better than
horses.� So how could a cow be ridden?� By Joe Joe from Kokomo, that's
how.� After he rescues the imprisoned princess using his brains and impressive
strength.� That's what he told me, anyway.� The Big planet Jupiter isn't quite
so stupider.� Never hurts to pretend.� Wipe your feet on the floor mat before
you come on in.� Feathers fall from flying things but they're too big to float.�
So I humor them.� Peter is an artist but only with white shoe polish in a
bottle.� Lockers and pencils don't mix because lockers can't write back.� The
pencil on the table is Even Stephen's but not really anymore because he will never again
know what it's like to write his name while holding it for he has given it away.� It
was never sharpened, anyway.� Who knows what Has Been and just what still could
be?� The holly and the heather are in a big bouquet.� There's a Katerpillar that
must evolve before its beauty dies and the yellow sun is burning out tonight.� Grab
the loop and tie it before the flames surround it.� There are twins who never were
but now will always be.� The cuteness of nothing is never really true, but you can't
help but smile.� Oh, have I ever told you how cool you are?� And you must pass
before the day that never really is.� If you are good you're granted speed but
something's still not there.� Will some ever know they're cool and not to worry about
the past?� The robin in the Alamo is going nuts before the judge.� Build a tree
out of clay and hope it doesn't crash. � Some elves are simple but others aren't
quite there.� The errand in the woods is never where it's at, and the jungle is
filled with milk and sugar cane.� Reach up above and way beyond, simply reach up
high.� And what you've seen is never there unless you've got the scars.� The
color you're so true to anytime can change, and something from the past can be worn
without despair.� Rather, with admiration and a friendly laugh.� Something in
the triple digits and with a double J, something singing in the sky but can't be flying
there.� The ones you know the best are the ones you've always known, but exceptions
can be made with the elegance of clocks.� Hear the hollers of WhooHah and keep the
innocence.� There's Red out there somewhere, but not long before it dies, which
someday could be tomorrow.� Have a merry holiday and keep the singing clear.�
Don't forget your name for then you'll clearly go insane.� Drag 'em with you.�
For you're a friend and I will find you... please don't ever give it up?� There is
something in front of the writer's eyes that is confusing.� Only shapes and sounds on
a piece of paper.� And a purple pen, which was from Maine where I wanted to move when
I was ten.� Maine is actually in outer Space.� Or at least belongs to it.�
You never know for how long, though.� But I'm digressing.� Space is a good
friend, even if the stars in her eyes are dimmed by common bottles and other things.�
And a bracelet from all the Stars of David who now drive race cars in the ocean.� I'm
not Jewish, though. � Because Linda told him the poster on the ceiling would fall and
Chicken Little would bake a cake.� And the stalker's after Walker who drives a big
white car. � The button with the line down the circle is the light that goes out when
you push it.� The comic with the funny voice is a comet without a tail.� Santa
says Hi and Elvis is doing fine.� Black vinyl and wrinkles all over the cardboard
keep my papers straight.� So the paper's folded and the history of the world is
reading the imitation, sure to be impressed.� The ooze and Gooze aren't icky and I
can't help but love 'em.� Magic in the heart.� The song beholds a flower at the
beginning of the hour.� Keeping a smile on my face for always throughout life.�
The barb wire fence around the crowded home keeps the crazies sane.� Tanks are
weapons but not when the drivers are ticklish.� Goochy-goochy-goo.� Who's on
first, what's on second, I do know who's on third.� Some friends and foes,
but altogether good.� Especially the ones riding on the front bumper.� Once the
first and third are added you are equaled four, which is where I dread to be.� Coming
soon, to a peter near you.� Five is uneventful, but holds so many memories.�
Smell the air before you enter, something could be on fire.� Never did get
even.� Six is six so pick up sticks before you sit on them.� Create a dream for
someone else to follow. � Walker meets Gooze along with Ring-the-Bell, who by the
way, will be ringing come July.� It was bound to happen soon.� There is also a
little Shack on the corner that never will get fixed.� And a single world alone when
something falls in water. � Finally comes the basket ball who never played too well,
but for an obsession keeps it close.� There is a barrel and a sack of fruit sitting
at a desk, along with a broken arrow.� A bowling ball sitting atop a scare crow
catches many eyes, but never a smile or a hi.� So many eagles flying through the
wall, taking the place of wind. � Books to sit and read once the author's gone,
pictures to take once the subject has blinked.� Hang your pride upon the pole and
reach for the clouds.� Here we find ourselves in the midst of living.� When the
visions of yesterday never grow old and pieces of the puzzle never seem to fit.�
Everything's included, and everyone is there.
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