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Bold to Assume I like Fireworks
The fireworks are epic,
and the lights are bright at night
The pops are all around us
The colors such a sight.
As they rise above the buildings
and expand in dots of gold
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Independent
I do not know what this all means –
Independence Day right now –
when redefining freedom
was different then than now,
how mindsets have since shifted
but some brains have stayed behind,
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Four AM
Sitting on my bed at night
Wishing for a star.
Come wave hello for my delight,
Night owls we are.
Come take my hand and lead me through the universe at large.
Bless me with your tinkling laugh
Among the planet shards. -
Grandparent story time- A 2020 version
Imagine- many years from now
with the iphone 66 and all,
how your grand-kids will look up at you
and ask about this all.
"Ah yes, it was brutal," you would say
as they gather round your knee. -
Blackout
One black square on one webpage
Another pops up too,
A third is seen if you scroll down
Soon there's twenty-two.
One blank square,
No writting on it
Inky darkness freeze,
And yet the power in the blackout... -
Think Fast
I can not think as fast as you
I'm not a genius either,
I work hard to understand
and you go ten times farther.
I do the problems at my pace
and you go times faster
And I'm not doing easy stuff!
Loves
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Take my hand,
And let your other hold on to a kite that is a
Shooting Star.
The harvest moon will rise above us,
as we fly,
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The Lonely Beetle
The green lonely beetle tracked long through high rivers and the underpass.
By 6 pm it delivered a little girl with crooked cut bangs to a little tan house.
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They need to stop this awful theft
No money, no pay
And no were to lay
They steal our wages
Were locked up in cages
They need to stop this awful theft
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Behind the Crown: The Story of the L.A. Garment Workers
L.A., the golden city of dreams, where singers and actors come to achieve
L.A., the catwalk of fashion and style, all advertised with a Cheshire cat smile
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The Lonely Wanderer
As the sun sets, and the dusk sinks into the world just like any night, the lonely wanderer treks up his mountain, once again. Nobody knows who he is, or where he came from. He’s essentially a folk tale, a ghost story.
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15 cents for a dress
Cockroaches on the tables, no bathroom breaks, what could be worse?
Rats on the floor, no air conditioning, what could be worse?
Terrible pay, that's what could be worse