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I talk to the old codger
But he's an old dodger
As sly as a wisp of smoke

In due proportions
Not gross distortions
I now beseech
You old bloke

To present the question
(That's just a suggestion)
In format that's not from Mars

Or have you been reeling
From lack of feeling
And falling down in bars?


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The fella's ok, he's just a bit old
A maths geek comes in from the cold
It's not representative
When he's argumentative
But when making maths blogs
He outdoes most the slobs.

These blogs help me relearn
Mathematics I've spurned
When my wild days
Left my mind in a haze.

But now I am sober
(Much like a judge)
Notation is clear
For math, you can't fudge.

Knowledge comes back
I once thought I'd lost
I'm on the right track
I've paid off the cost.

Be real is now here
With a laser-like mind
Soaking up figures
And things of that kind.

Maybe in blog land
Things would be more pleasant
If those would understand
Who act like a peasant

The lady's mostly ok
(She is good too)
So on with this blog
With less hullabaloo!


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The words of be real
Are smoother than silk
There's very few poets
Who are of his ilk

As the casual observer
Can quite clearly see
There's precious few poets
That are finer than he

His verse and meter's
A fine-tuned Swiss watch
Words flow from his pen
For this bard is top notch!


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I HATE when people tell me money does not grow on trees, its so annoying,
I KNOW MONEY DOES NOT GROW ON TREES, I looked!

But where does it grow?, not anywhere you or I know, tis in the coffers of the
rich and powerful, in foolish hands, in foreign lands, with no one who cares,
no one who dares, to lead the way, ultimately it's you and it's me who pay!

I've decided to write my bucket list.........

1. Mop bucket

Thats it!

Secret intelligence from the survelliance "mast",
shows life cant continue,
it's growing too fast, ozone layers, emissions from cars,
carbon footprints, it just can't last,

The earth is heating up all too soon, the ice cap
is melting, it's not even June,

What did we do to cause this disaster?, are we the reason
it will be over faster?

The only way (they say) to save this planet, reduce emission,
ask for permission, don't take it to heart, you JUST can't
FART!

She flew her glider off the Blorenge*
For she had a bird-like skill;-
And the flimsy craft was orange;-
('Twas launched from that mighty hill).

It took a long walk to arrange;-
This courageous act of will;-
To first mount this rill (or range);-
(The braveness does impress me still).

Her name was Angela (or 'Ange');-
She lived down by the old stone mill;-
Her surname could be "Gorringe"?**
Yes, I think that fits the bill!


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She said, "I love you!"
He said, " My love for you is true, but my race is going extinct!"
She said, "All my love my heart can give is all I have, and all my heart I can only give to you,"
He said, "Could the love in my heart be enough?"
She replied, "I don't know?"

If I were you
I would probably cry a lot
Because of the pain in the world
And the wickedness of men.
I would whisper quietly
You are mine

If I were you
I would surrender to happiness
Tearing apart the stereotype
I would joke and laugh
In the heat and rain
Repeating every day
You are mine

If I were you,
I would write a poem
To give beauty
To those who are blind
I would be sure you can hear me.
because you are mine ...

If I were you
I would visit all the countries in the world
To send you photos of the mountains, seas and oceans
And the surf would whisper affectionately
You are mine

If I were you,
I would become friends with me
And inspired by fantasies
I would appear at your life’s end page
As an epilogue
Whispering you are mine

If I were ... Wait!
Tell me
Who are you?
Inspire me with your destiny and
Your soft song of notes
Do not be afraid, just be yourself!
Then I would become ... yours

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