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There was a Barred Rock,
That was wearing a smock.
I picked the bird up,
And it let out a bock.
With a great shock,
I set the bird down,
and thought what a crazy Barred Rock.

I know the poem is stupid
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Reality

I feel torn apart,
As I sit on a cart,
the trees move back and forth,
the wind is blowing north,
the wolfs howl,
I just scowl,
my mind is deep in though,
I wonder if its all for naught,
the moment is tense,
and doesn't make sense,
It feels as if I'm bound,
there is not a sound,
the birds are not singing,
though my ears are still ringing,
all is calm and still,
yet very real,
I have a good life but something is amiss,
something has fallen deep into the abyss,
there is a lump in my throat,
I fell remote,
my heart is dusty,
my body rusty,
I am now forced to face reality.


How was that?
 
Reality

I feel torn apart,
As I sit on a cart,
the trees move back and forth,
the wind is blowing north,
the wolfs howl,
I just scowl,
my mind is deep in though,
I wonder if its all for naught,
the moment is tense,
and doesn't make sense,
It feels as if I'm bound,
there is not a sound,
the birds are not singing,
though my ears are still ringing,
all is calm and still,
yet very real,
I have a good life but something is amiss,
something has fallen deep into the abyss,
there is a lump in my throat,
I fell remote,
my heart is dusty,
my body rusty,
I am now forced to face reality.


How was that?
N-I-C-E Poem
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Reality

I feel torn apart,
As I sit on a cart,
the trees move back and forth,
the wind is blowing north,
the wolfs howl,
I just scowl,
my mind is deep in though,
I wonder if its all for naught,
the moment is tense,
and doesn't make sense,
It feels as if I'm bound,
there is not a sound,
the birds are not singing,
though my ears are still ringing,
all is calm and still,
yet very real,
I have a good life but something is amiss,
something has fallen deep into the abyss,
there is a lump in my throat,
I fell remote,
my heart is dusty,
my body rusty,
I am now forced to face reality.


How was that?

Wow! That's really good!
 
Now:

The air is still,
Not much of a thrill.
My neck is cricked
.
My shoulders stiff.
I need to do something,
Sometime,
Somewhere.
Just sittin' right there,
With some care
,
Of what I need to face,
I'm out of place,
But yet I'm in a perfect space.
 
Now:

The air is still,
Not much of a thrill.
My neck is cricked
.
My shoulders stiff.
I need to do something,
Sometime,
Somewhere.
Just sittin' right there,
With some care
,
Of what I need to face,
I'm out of place,
But yet I'm in a perfect space.
Cool, kinda hard to understand though. Whats it talking about?
Wow! That's really good!
Thanks!
 

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