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No More Pie
Contributed by
jamesstockdale
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Friday, 12th May 2017 @ 11:25:04 AM in AEST
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I met a girl who delivered the news
While she sipped on a small bottle of booze
When I asked her why
She started to cry, then began to sing the blues
I can/'/t remember if I cried
The day I heard the white robed king
Had said goodbye
Standing in the old Kentucky rain
I often ponder who was to blame
Chandra wasn/'/t found at the levee
But poor old Gary
Was hung out to dry
While PTL meant
Pass The Loot
A joker and a jester in a pants suit
Once crowned king and queen
Started a foundation
And took off with the loot
Roberta softly sang me a tune
While she passed the pie
Sometime near noon
Neither of us had a clue
The music we once knew
Had died
Later she would ask if I believed in God
The spirits above
Stars in the sky
I asked her why
She gave me some flack, got mad and said goodbye
I drove down to the savings and loan
To gather the money I hoarded years before
But the man there wouldn/'/t pay
He said make it brief and be on your way
Come gather your money some other day
The sun that day was bright and yellow
My mood was gray
Feeling none too mellow
I called it a day
Later I went on my way
As I sit here today
I have nothing more to say
Copyright ©
jamesstockdale
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2017-05-12 11:25:04]
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Re: No More Pie
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by alicewhite on
Friday, 12th May 2017 @ 01:23:12 PM AEST
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| Wow this is excellent n trippy good , I love it , did u know softerware knows the guy who wrote american pie , there/'/s a pic of her with him on her photo bucket xxx |
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Re: No More Pie
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 12th May 2017 @ 10:16:17 PM AEST
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bye bye miss American Pie
bringing up my mother who
was always this dutiful one
sang the song at a party not too
long before she died
And she was so beautiful, clear yet
freckled skin and red deep red haired
born on a farm prior to the great world wide depression
she would float down the Mississippi on her
back in a town called Keokuk, Iowa
And oh how she loved the covered bridges
and the drinking of homemade root beer made in the cellar, on a hot summers day
So they call me maybe they call her a liberal
outside like we do not know as though
we had been removed
but we aint and we twerent
by and by we were and are reactionary
with just cause
I absolutely loved this poem James!!!
perfect and beautiful!
Thanks!
Peace!
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Re: No More Pie
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 13th May 2017 @ 11:28:44 AM AEST
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I would tell that guy to give me my damn money ❗❗❗"Show me the money!"
This poem is great. It brought to mind soooo much, so many tunes.
Very enjoyable, indeed.
Thank you.
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Re: No More Pie
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by softerware on
Sunday, 14th May 2017 @ 12:37:14 AM AEST
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Very cool James. So many memories hidden here!
Don McClean would love this, I betcha!
Singers and scammers, and who could forget Roberta!
American Pie fell from the sky, and we bid our music goodbye.
(But the man there said the music wouldn/'/t play..)
Your poem tells a story of a time of innocence. You have blown it a kiss and wished it well. And so say we all.
Thank you for the remembering!
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