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<20> ߱
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File #010: The Poetry Issue #1
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<EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD>
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Well, it seems a lot of people who are interested in Milk and Tea
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are just the BIGGEST poetry lovers. So, without much further babble, we
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now present MiLK aND TeA: The Poetry ISsue #1!
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"Summer Inspiration" By Kojak
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The dog lies motionless on my front porch
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This is strange because I dont have a dog
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Nor do I have a front porch
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Obviously one of us is not home.
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"A Butterfly for a Wanton Bear" By Snakelady
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How can the lifeless swan be so abandoned?
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To scavenge or to glide, only the wolf knows.
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Revolt! Know that the bold hyena howls.
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On the hour.
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a mouse can make you without sadness float above the fact,
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The days of the blacksmith and the wolf are gone,
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Thoughtfully, Because profoundly, like the eternal rainbow,
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a troll can make you with much malice endure.
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Expansive, so seems the handsome cottage,
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It splits; the icy wooden walls collapse,
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as runs amidst the angry fox,
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Asking about a land of ice enchanted.
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"Spring Inspirations" -By Kojak
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Roses are red
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Violets are blue
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Carnations are white
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And lilies are too
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Tulips are purple
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Nasturtiums are orange
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Daises are pink
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And I am reminded too late that nothing rhymes with the word orange.
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_Untitled_ By Optical Illusion
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I see
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The sweet sorrow
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in your eye.
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You say
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Lets have fun,
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I gotta run,
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goodbye
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"Autumn Inspirations" By Kojak
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Hunting season.
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In the scrub, a nervous creature cowers..
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Eyes wide with fear
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Tremblin
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Lost
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Afraid.
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Jumping at every sound.
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Mother's always twitchy on Opening Day.
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_More Untitled_ By Optical Illusion
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Roses are red
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Violets smell sweet
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Gimme a happy meal
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Cuz i like red meat
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<EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD>
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"Winter Inspiration" By Kojak
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My wife snuggles up close
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"Put a log on the fire", she whispers
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I do.
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It sizzles and pops
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It crackles and snaps and fizzles
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It shakes and yelps and runs away whimpering.
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Log? I thought she said dog.
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"KID" By Snakelady
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They look at me with condescending eyes
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expecting me to:
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eat Trix 'cause they're for kids
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drink pink slurpees saying cute little things innocently smirking
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dream wonderful little girl dreams
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wonder about growing up
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envy their experience and maturity.
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they don't think I am old enough:
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to be involved in a serious relationship
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laugh at ribald jokes and fully understand their snyde remarks.
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I am just amused and never tell
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that I am old enough to be their mother.
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"More Summer Inspiration" -By Kojak
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You lie awake at night feeling restless
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You look over at your wife
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Suddenly you wish you'd been nicer to her this decade.
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I see the light
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It's shining towards me, so bright
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I feel weak, i try to fight..
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I look directly and lose my sight..
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what the fuck..its the middle of the night..
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Oh its you checking up on me
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making sure i'm still asleep...right?
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"More Winter Inspiration" by Kojak
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A little rum in your coffee
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A little whiskey in your tea
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A little alcohol in the cars windshield washer fluid
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That should keep everyone wiped.
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"The Hungry Men" (A Parody of _The Hollow Men_ By TS Eliot) By James Hetfield
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I
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We are the hungry men
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We are the stuffed men
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Sitting together
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Plates full with pasta. Alas!
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Our dried napkins, when
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we chew together
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Are quiet and meaningless
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As cream in dark coffee
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Or crying over spilled milk
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In our dry bakery
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Shape without form, shade without color,
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fallen bread, cakes without icing:
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Those who have crossed
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With fathomed eyes, to the bakery's other Kingdom
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Remember us - if at all - not as lost
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Violent bakers, but only
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As the hungry men
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The stuffed men.
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II
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Donuts I dare not eat in dreams
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In Candyland's dream kingdom
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These do not appear:
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There, the bread is
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baked on a broken bread rack
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There, is a gumdrop swinging
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And sugar is
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In the pastry's filling
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More scrumptious and more sweet
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Than an apple pie.
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Let me be no nearer
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In Candyland's dream kingdom
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Let me also eat
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such deliberate desserts
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Ice Cream, Chocolate, Crossed Popsicles
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In a store
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Behaving as the bakery behaves
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No sweeter-
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Not that final meeting
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In the pastry kingdom
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III
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This is the Bakery Land
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This is Candy Land
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Here the gingerbread images
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Are raised, here they reveive
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The reeces pieces of a worker's hand
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Under the smell of an apple pie.
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Is it like this
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In pastry's other kingdom
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Eating alone
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At the hour when we are
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munching with hunger pangs
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Lips that would kiss
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Form prayers to broken twinkies.
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IV
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The eggs are not here
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There are no eggs here
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In this valley of dying poultry
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IN this hungry valley
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This half-eaten omlet of our lost chickens.
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In this last of eating places
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We gorge together
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And avoid speech
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Gathered on this plate of the china set
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Restless, unless
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The forks reappear
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As the perpetual pastry
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Multifoliate frosting rose
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Of sugar's twilight kingdom
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The hope only
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of empty calories.
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Here we go round the bakers square
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Bakers square bakers square
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Here we go round the bakers square
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At seven o'clock in the morning.
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Between the HoHos
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And the cupcakes
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Between the sno balls
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And the zingers
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Falls the twinkies
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For thine is the King Pastry
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Between the cookies
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And the cakes
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All the sugars with sweet surprize;
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All the things I like to bake
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Falls the twinkies
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Life is very sweet
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Between the apple pie
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And the pumpkin pie
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Between the cherry pie
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And the lemon meringue pie
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Between the key lime pie
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And the strawberry rhubarb pie
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Falls the twinkies
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For thine is the King Pastry
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For Thine is
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Life is
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For Thine is Baklava
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This is the way the breakfast ends
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This is the way the breakfast ends
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This is the way the breakfast ends
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Not with a bang but a clogged artery.
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"More and More Winter Inspirations" by Kojak
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A car is stuck in the deep snow.
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Together we push and rock it out
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Suddenly, it catches, rushes forward, free
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Together we have done it
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Together we fall face forward in the slush
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"Even More Summer Inspiration" by Kojak
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You relax on your front porch watching cars go by
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After four days a car pulls into your driveway
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It's your boss wondering why you're not at work.
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"Enough Winter Inspiration" by Kojak
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My car is safely nestled in a ditch
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I stand behind it, and warm my face in the exhaust
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It feels good, but it makes lunch taste funny.
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And... Finally... "Poetry.." By Optical Illusion
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Poetry..
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I think it sux
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its a buncha people
|
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trying to say "life blowz, life's a fuck"
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i hate it
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i hate how they whine
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i hate how people complain in poetry
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i hate their problems, they're not mine
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so, what the fuck
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am i doing here?
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shit, i'm doing it again..
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i'm writing this down..
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to make all you suckers
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sit down and frown..
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well i wont do it
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i wont be the same..
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oh shit, did i title this?
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where the fuck is my name..
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Thank you for reading this. If you are interested in submitting
|
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your OWN poetry, or prose, lit, etc... please contact James Hetfield ASAP.
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Thank you again for all that submitted.
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<20> MiLK & TeA Sights: <20>
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<20> <20>
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<20> The Obloid Sphere 41:708/1 [708]965-3098 [Illinoizze] <20>
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<20> The Land of Rape and Honey 41:609/1 [609]698-1358 [New Jarsee] <20>
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<20> <20>
|
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<20> Note: These are the only two MiLK & TeA sights to date. There are like <20>
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<20> 10,000 other boards supposedly ready to be milk and tea sights, but until <20>
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<20> I get the news that say they are ready to distribute, They'll remain <20>
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<20> unlisted. -Jamesy <20>
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<20> <20>
|
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<20> An udder note: The addresses listed above are for [LaMENeT], The offical <20>
|
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<20> net of M&T. You can reach the editors of M&T through the boards listed <20>
|
|||
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<20> above with LaMENeT Addresses. Whoomp, there it is. <20>
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<20> <20>
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<20> .nfo: File: #010 Author: - <20>
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<20> Size: 10645 Bytes Title: "Poetry Issue #1" <20>
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<20> <20>
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