“I love this song” I received the subtle hint One so noteworthy It needs no print. I firmly took her hand aided with her chair
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Put that in your pipe and smoke it
What is this stuff that makes me so numb? You can roll it, and burn it and it makes you feel dumb? Wow that sounds
Tired tears and lullaby’s
Late night, no sleep, it’s been a while, countless sheep. That same ole’ cow jumps over the moon, I sure do hope the fat lady
Is it me? Or is it My?
Is it me? Or is it My? Answers to riddles will come in time. Who am I? When or where? Asking the meaning of life
Perception
I watch, seeing you sitting there looking so saddened and somber. Unkept beard, thinning grey hair couldn’t appear any more calmer. Couldn’t help myself but
Where all the extra thoughts go
I observe all things around me I analyze and write what I see, extra trimmings which remain unwritten freely spill over into a dream. They
What's Inside a Madman's Hat? 