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While trading emails or in chat,
If a joke you tell.
You couldn't hear me laughing so,
I'd have to LOL.

And If the joke was realy good,
The way that I would show,
How funny that I thought it was,
I'd just LMAO.

But if you told me something mean,
That made me wish I'd left,
To show my indignation then,
I'd WTF?

And at the converstation's end,
The chatty way to tell,
The person that you're signing off,
Is to TTYL.

But then there's the old fashioned way,
By far pedating text,
To tell someone just how you feel,
OXOXOX.

I saw her sitting by herself.
I didn't know her being.
The evening went the night grew old.
Each others eyes we were seeing.

Oh I want your feelings

A light went on inside my head.
A number in my hand.
Curiosity was in my heart.
A door to another land.

Oh I want your feelings.

Her laughter brings a smile to me.
Her hugs are my salvation.
Every time she looks at me.
It gives me illumination.

Oh I want your feelings.

A teenage wedding, Halloween,
A Pagan priest, an ancient rite.
There was no one to stand between,
The two of them that autumn night.

He had a job, they got a place,
A second story three room flat.
What otherwise would go to waste,
They furnished their new home with that.

And then there came a baby boy,
Their blessing and again their curse.
He brought into their home such joy,
But finances became much worse.

So there were fights and arguments,
She cheated then and he did too.
The vows that they had never meant,
Were cast aside and they were through.

This happened all so long ago,
The baby boy is now a man.
The teenagers, now gray and old,
Where once was love, now nothing stands.

The street was packed with snow and ice,
The winter's night was cold and dark.
Two young women, stuck and spinning,
My friend and I helped them to park.

We went into the club and snagged,
The only table that remained.
Then they came in and looked around,
We offered and two chairs obtained.

A bluesman played the club that night,
He was one of the best around.
We drank and talked while listening,
And fin'lly closed that nightclub down.

We offered breakfast then to buy,
The closest place was pretty far.
My friend drove off with one of them,
The other one climbed in my car.

She yawned as she sat over there,
So far away across the seat.
"Lie down and rest your head right here."
And tapped my thigh a subtle beat.

She looked at me suspiciously,
I said, "It's okay, just to rest."
But then her hand slid up my leg,
In such a gentle, soft caress.

After we ate I drove her home,
I hoped a kiss there I might find.
She led the way up to her place,
And then she locked the door behind.

She welcomed me into her bed,
And oh so willingly I came.
But halfway through the night I woke,
And found I did not know her name.

I went into the bathroom then,
Searching in her medicine chest.
A prescription bottle told me,
Kathy, one of my very best.

I started out as an idea, place in a lady’s head,
She fashioned me of porcelain, and I listened as she said,
“For you I'll give you golden locks and eyes of baby blue,
And rosy cheeks and lips of red and pretty lashes too.”
I'll make you dimples on each cheek, and one upon your chin,
For you a smile just will not do, you'll have a special grin.
I'll give your eyes a loving spark, with just a dash of white,
And make them glisten happily, a clear glaze will catch the light.
I'll make some tiny stockings, and a pair of bloomers too,
And a slip made out of satin, trimmed in lace will only do.
I'll make for you a velvet dress, and a bonnet just to match,
I'll put upon your tiny feet, shoes that have a golden latch.
I'll fix your long and golden hair, into shiny finger curls,
And tie them with a long silk bow, that falls gently as it swirls.
I'll make your colors soft and sweet, as if in a flowered field,
I'll weave for you a basket, a cradled bouquet will be revealed.
I'll sign your nape with loving care, and place you in full view,
For you came from a loving heart, your life is now anew.
A little girl will come one day, and hold you oh so tight,
And whisper secrets in your ears, and pray with you at night.
She'll feel the love that created you, and gave to you your life,
And you'll be there to comfort her, though her hardest times of strife.
You'll share her joys and her pain, and to her you'll be so true,
What little girl upon this earth wouldn't want A Doll Like You?”

When you look at someone sweet,
Whom you're sure you'd like to meet,
Could it be love?

Should that someone touch your heart,
And it hits you from the start,
Maybe it's love.

If the things they say and do,
Trap you up and capture you,
It could be love.

If the two of you connect,
And your souls then intersect,
Then that is love.

hummingbird oh hummingbird how fast thee must be to make the day last longer and every second spent.How we compare to this tiny bird and try in every way. though lord the clock will always move and time will pass away. jazzcat

Twas Saturday night at the local pub,
But not a smile could be seen on the lads.
A visitor came but there was a small rub,
That had the whole place feeling so sad.

A Clurichaun name of Patrick McGee,
Was the guest who had caused this depression.
He had a strange quirk of magic you see,
That caused all these frowning expressions.

Each time a glass was filled up at the bar,
All the booze vanished in just a twinkling.
Any man consuming that much by far,
Would have died from what Patrick was drinking.

Then a fine wit name of Willie O'Darr,
Found a way all this madness to stop.
"Draw one for McGee!" he called to the bar,
And the imp disappeared with a pop.

I have a friend who's very dear,
Though I've not known her long.
But still to me it's very clear,
She'd never do me wrong.

We started out to look for more,
But that was not to be.
You never know just what's in store,
Or if there's chemistry.

Still friendship means so much in life,
That you should never doubt.
Friends help you through your times of strife,
A helping hand reached out.

But I love her and she loves me
On that you may depend.
Though not romantic'lly you see,
The love of a true friend.

He'll pass gas at the table and laugh,
And then not even think it a gaff.
Cusses and spits and smokes cigarettes,
Not the least bit embarassed by half.

Table manners are truly a joke,
Shouldn't be allowed 'round gentle folk.
Tells dirty jokes in mixed company,
Never minds all the rules that he broke.

Yeah, his wardrobe is truly a mess,
Like it maybe was dark when he dressed.
Wears stripes with plaids, no problem with that,
Says, "Hey, who do I need to impress?"

He'll go out with a wide open fly,
There's soup stains on his only necktie.
Good for a fight each Saturday night,
He's the macho American guy.