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The Rhythm of Picking Sides
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Circles of energy, electric anger in love…
The falling sky, ominous and foreboding presses gravity upon
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I wish this baby, flannel, oatmeal, bells,
Balloons a kite, a bike, a cat, a phone .
I wish her tryouts, outfits, ocean swells
And dances, love notes, babies of her own.
But dare I wish...
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It’s not the food
that makes me dread your show.
It’s “sammies,’
“stoups” and “choups”
“E.V.O.O.”
Just so I hate to hear,
“It’s time to PLATE UP.”
Someday "eat" will be "de-plate."
You...
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My ship is waiting and I have to go.
Yes, this is our farewell. I won't say I'll
Return, sweet Princess. But I won't forget
The fairest of the maids who dropped their veils
And laundry baskets...
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Strange, super-human powers
I possess.
I know what's hidden, where,
and I can guess your history
from your breath,
and what things weigh.
My ears can hear a rip
from rooms away.
I know...
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You tutored me.
Can still recite by rote
the who and whom begats.
On details drilled I mastered cues
to quote the anecdote
and when to laugh or sigh
'mid tales distilled
of rogues revealed,...
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And when the Steward held the harp he cried,
"How did you get it? Please, I have to know!"
Etain then answered him, "Sir, once I spied
At noon a sloe-black raven hovering low
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I've sworn off holidays.
The treat's the trick.
Renewed resolve caves in
with each excuse.
From racing year to year,
I'm dizzy, sick.
Red hearts, green beer, brown eggs
try to seduce me
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Then Orfeo descended on the bed
Of leaves and moss. His fury made him rave.
From tearing grass and hair his hands grew red.
"Alas, my Queen, my wife, I couldn't save!"
The Steward...
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