Raw Milk Kiosk Poetry
Milk spilt is because, of the tilt, After pour not of, The earth and axis wrong, What is that I hear, The cow bell’s dong? David A Robertson 04.02.18
Milk spilt is because, of the tilt, After pour not of, The earth and axis wrong, What is that I hear, The cow bell’s dong? David A Robertson 04.02.18
Rhino club is not what you think,
A stubborn horn and what it can do,
Damage when stampede occurs,
A hide tough and no furs,
Because Rhino club is awesome,
White and trim despite the size,
Think dead what it buys,…
And before long the box shall arrive,
To fit the dead thinker some…
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The bike is out of the shed again
The black stuff lays down in front
Of the wheels as the scenery passes for the rider to see
No distance too far
No hill too steep
No. Just No.
This has been the way for so long
Take…
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We is 5 together, perhaps one once,
Enough to make you wince, as if eating a quince,
That is not to say that we are sour or bad of nature,
Simply not simple like some families may be,
Three siblings from two parents is the norm in family of mine,…
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We rode the Mercenary with wheels,
Four hoarse men without an apocalypse in sight,
January 2017, Cold out, warm where we sat,
One fat, and three not so that,
Stayed in a house with mega down and mega up,
The down excellent all night long, the up when I…
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So, I chose the picture, and then thought up the title, I knew before choosing the picture that this post was to be about the mind. Specifically my mind, which I know best.
There is a concept just forming in the theory complex of my brain about vibrating. I call it this because it…
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