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    YOU DON'T FRIGHTEN ME AT ALL



    Shadows on the wall
    Noises down the hall
    Life doesn’t frighten me at all


    Bad dogs barking loud
    Big ghosts in a cloud
    Life doesn’t frighten me at all.


    Mean old bitches
    Lions on the loose
    They don’t frighten me at all.


    Dragons breathing flame
    On my counterpane
    That doesn’t frighten me at all.
    I make fun
    the way they run
    I won’t cry
    So they fly
    I just smile
    They go wild

    Life doesn’t frighten me at all.


    Tough guys fight
    All alone at night
    Life doesn’t frighten me at all.


    Panthers in the park
    Strangers in the dark
    No, they don’t frighten me at all.
    (Kissy little girls
    With their hair in curls)
    They don’t frighten me at all.


    Don’t show me tricks and winks

    And listen for my voice,
    If I’m afraid at all
    It’s only in my dreams.
    I’ve got a magic charm
    That I keep up my sleeve.
    I can walk the ocean floor
    And never have to breathe.
    Life doesn’t frighten me at all.


    Not at all,
    Not at all.
    Life doesn’t frighten me at all.
    Don't change your passion for glory.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Tetsuo's Hatchet View Post
    gamer bladder. new term, but i get it.

    you'd probably need a penis to play, btw.
    you are desperately needed back in this sub-forum

    come home

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    Quote Originally Posted by anomalie View Post
    you are desperately needed back in this sub-forum

    come home
    how depressing, if this were home.
    ancient.

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    In my hand moves, all all finger walkouts, upon your body naked, there is some odd Symphony.
    a little subtle, so quiet, sewed with erotica
    behind the curtains, underneath the sheets, behind the door locked
    created are all good night fairy tales.

    Cum dederit!
    Last edited by Baclavio; 08-18-2017 at 10:08 PM.
    Don't change your passion for glory.

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    Irish poets have long great history as some of the best writers the world has ever seen.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Baclavio View Post
    In my hand moves, all all finger walkouts, upon your body naked, there is some odd Symphony.
    a little subtle, so quiet, sewed with erotica
    behind the curtains, underneath the sheets, behind the door locked
    created are all good night fairy tales.

    Cum dederit!
    you're a creep who writes poor poetry

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    One fine day in the middle of the night.
    two dead men got up to fight. Back to
    back they faced each other. Drew their
    swords and shot each other.

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    Quote Originally Posted by anomalie View Post
    you're a creep who writes poor poetry
    Legend say's:
    When you can't sleep at night,
    It's because your awake
    In someone else's dream...
    Don't change your passion for glory.

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    Beauty of Romance


    Her eyes... would melt my very soul

    if I should stare that much,
    she'd make me quiver down my veins
    with every single touch...

    Along with her angelic smile
    and lips that taste so sweet,
    she sends me the thundering rush of blood
    that sweeps me off my feet...

    Now if I stand so close and watch
    how beautiful she is,
    behold, I would not last without
    surrendering to her kiss...

    If I indulge myself too long
    she'd take me to a dance,
    and let the heavens paint the perfect
    picture of romance...
    Last edited by Baclavio; 03-04-2018 at 11:09 PM.
    Don't change your passion for glory.

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    when it is cold and wet outside
    i can't go to play
    I often look outside my sill
    I watch the rainy day
    I set my doll upon my knee
    I pour us a cup of tea
    rain outside can't bother me
    while mother sits so calmly by

    I think how lucky I must be to have my mommy and some tea

    I was 8 yrs old :P dont goof lol
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    The Blarney Stone
    In the Village of Blarney
    There’s one magic stone.
    They say when you kiss it,
    You’re put in “the zone.”
    You talk and you gab and
    Your words are so glib
    That it matters not least
    If it’s truth or a fib.
    So it’s lie through your teeth
    Or its truth that you own.
    It’s all in the gift
    of the kissed Blarney Stone.
    by Denise Rodgers


    The Leprechaun
    The Leprechaun is an Irish faery
    From down County Cork or from far Tipperary.
    They’re tiny and short,
    A mere two feet in height.
    They work on their shoes
    And their terrible fright
    Is that you will stop by
    And demand all their gold
    All hidden away in a
    Tree’s hollow hold.

    Turn your eyes for a moment,
    (They’re tricky and clever).
    This faery will flee.
    So a plan that is better,
    In my own opinion,
    Truth to be told,
    Just pay him a visit,
    And earn your own gold!

    by Denise Rodgers
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    There was an Old Person of Burton,Whose answers were rather uncertain;When they said, 'How d'ye do?'He replied, 'Who are you?'That distressing Old Person of Burton.

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    You...


    Underneath your skin, there is another hiding
    the real one...
    Tears are hidden, behind your cold eyes
    ready to flow...

    One day you will recall
    that your heart lives in true moments
    Behind your darkness, the Sun lurks
    and it will shine one day upon you...
    removing all the shadows, hanging upon you like a beast of burden.

    And here is again about you
    I am writing again poetry...
    ...when I don't have anything else to do
    again, new lyrics rose
    because I've got no one else but you...
    Don't change your passion for glory.

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    Slicing Salami
    The strangest, strange stranger I met in my life
    was the man who made use of his nose as a knife.
    He'd slice up salami, tomatoes and cheese
    at the tip of his nose with phenomenal ease.


    He'd buy food in bulk at incredible prices
    and then use his nose to reduce it to slices.
    His wife ran away and I know that he'll miss her.
    The woman was frightened that one day he'd kiss her!

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    His Look is Wild
    His look is wild.
    His name is Fred.
    His hair completely hides his head.
    Take a peek.
    (Show no surprise.)
    You cannot even see his eyes.
    Oh no, it must be as I feared.
    His mouth is covered by his beard.
    How does he breathe?
    How does he eat?
    How does he see to cross the street?
    Perhaps he can't see people stare
    and cannot find the barber chair.
    Until he makes a barber stop
    he will remain less man than mop.





    A Note to the Moth Who Ate My Sweater
    I hope that you are feeling better
    now that you are full of sweater.
    But, frankly, don't you think it's rude
    to use my clothes as common food?
    I'd rather share my bread and rolls
    than deal with sweaters full of holes.
    The next time you intend to dine
    on sweaters that are clearly mine,
    I must insist -- call you to task --
    don't take a bite unless you ask.
    By now, I think you surely know
    the answer is a big, loud,
    NO!





    Don't Marry An Irish Woman!

    The Irish girls' beauty you cannot deny
    But when wed to, you'll want to die

    Don't marry that Irish gal
    They are terrific to drink with like a pal

    Or some games of slap and tickle
    But when wed you're in the pickle

    The drink they'll take from your lips
    Then pounds they'll put on their hips

    For past trifles you will recompense time and again
    Rapt in their demeaning regard for married men

    In public they'll run you down
    Make you the laughing stock around town

    Your favorite bar you'll find humiliating
    To find she's been going with the chaps you're affiliating

    As soon as you think you're through the worst
    Through the front door her mum will burst

    To ameliorate your home she will claim
    Only instructing daughter on the weapon shame

    The Celtic daughters learn quite fast
    You will lament bachelor days past

    Til death do you part echoes in your head
    A life not worth living you're better off dead

    Make arrangements to get the deed done
    But first shoot her and then her mum.

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    Flirting boyfriend.

    Giggling Girty became quite shirty
    When her boyfriend was acting flirty,
    With a handful of mud
    Delivered with an awful thud
    Her boyfriend is now dizzy and dirty.

 

 
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