And no Talking Parrot can own it,
Or tell me how to think or be.
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Ah Love where is thine sting?
Thine inspirational wing?That makes all Lovers sing!
Rhymes are made for children,
They seem to care,Warmth, music bear,Accompany you too.Their swaying, rhythmic music,Is like the morning dew,Refreshing like a new born song,That travels deep in you.
For a poet,
Is like a flowerThat he hopesTime will not devourBut will teach,That Truth and Beauty,Were its finest hourAlways within reach.
Can’t win, it’s always been,
No matter how you turn it,Or what you call it,Socialism, capitalism,It is a dirty game,We’re losers all the same,The only thing,That sometimes changesIs the trickster’s name.
What can’t you find on ‘The Net? ‘
The Spider that wove the web,Where we all finally met,But are not,That well,Internetted,YET!
The things they do,
Will make you happyLove goes so far,Beloved, dogs, and cats and petsBetter than all Casino bets.