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Peace be with me.

Contributed by softerware on Tuesday, 2nd October 2018 @ 06:31:04 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



Hark! theres a ruckus down in the street;
Warning of doomsday, the earth in defeat!

Whining and threatening words loudly hurled.
Were sinners and here comes the end of the world!

Everyones wrong, but of course you know best;
And youre going to make sure we all pass the test?

Youre bound to redeem us from all our mistakes;
I guess were all idiots not to partake.

I dont need a shepherd; Im nobodys sheep;
Ill take my chances, your message will keep.

You do have a right to your freedom of speech;
But not when your preachings disturbing my peace.

You canít have my money; Im not going to follow;
Dont worry, Im told therell be sinners tomorrow.




Copyright © softerware ... [ 2018-10-02 18:31:04]
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Re: Peace be with me. (User Rating: 1 )
by ingeniusidiot on Tuesday, 2nd October 2018 @ 06:50:47 PM AEST
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Almost sounds like the Jehovah/'/s Witnesses or
Mormons have been beating on your door. I put up
with it for a time and tried to play nice but that
didnt last long...The saw my bad side real quick and
they never came back to my door. I have my beliefs
but I dont push them on anyone. I just figure that if
someone wants to listen to me they will and if they
dont then they wont.
Youve done it again my friend

Rich


Re: Peace be with me. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 7th October 2018 @ 10:36:23 AM AEST
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A new Kazoo is no better than an old Kazoo
it/'/s the same mouthpiece,
To play a Kazoo you need many different
octaves to understand, the real sounds
that might happen in nature
And wouldn/'/t be nice if the London Symphony
had a hundred or more Kazoo/'/s playing with eight octaves
while a ship shot out fireworks every Monday
And you had your own Kazoo so you could play
along each Monday, and then Tuesday through Sunday
it was this crazy mixture of kazoo octaves
And you would think, I am one of those kazoos
even though you hate the sound of Kazoos
but it/'/s a dim sound, just all these Kazoos blowing
as you open up your bedroom window letting
the cool air in, I sleep well with all these
eight octaves of Kazoos that are out of step
with one another, you with your own Kazoo
with which to dream, about Kazoo dreams
like the individualist Kazoo while you play,
the intro to,
You make me so very happy, by Blood Sweat and Tears.
"/'/I/'/m so glad you came into my life..."
Peace!






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