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I am right You are wrong I am out of sight You always got the right song I am up for the fight While you sit tight Yes you are right Cause none of them know  What's going on I am not saying I am right What's right or wrong When death happens When eye dampens When truth sinks onto you When lies surfaces up When try gives up I am wrong Why so? I told you so That's why I know how so That's why Sometimes eyes are looking But blind Because they want to find What's in their mind Am I right? I am evil My mouth is venomous  So I was told I am cold not courteous  I bite  When I hiss Then don't piss  Where you are cordially invited That's getting dark Yes that's my spark I don't cry And then laugh amidst crowd Feeling proud Of a rotten kid Who couldn't smell a dying truth Beneath a nascent vermouth  I don't cry  I don't sob I don't show the mob That I am missing a door knob I have no fear at all I have lost a battle That I didn't get to win...
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Winter


Frost Bells At My Doorstep...

Dew drops call me out as they peep through my window.. The trees cherish the classy look as the autumn leaves flutter,
The elves uneasy with the freezing outburst
as the frost fairy winks with a twinkle in her eye..
making them all the more shy.
 Sun dares to fetch some room through my porch,

as a wedding ballroom with glistening silver adorns.
Glassy alter with luscious green carpet,
Frost fairy seems excited about the divine trumpet.
Not realizing the tear drops all over her wedding dress,
 it was the sun if only I could guess.


 Mr.Squi goes hither and thither gathering bites,

as he realizes the advent of colder nights..
The winter birds chirp their songs comforting him,
While the bugs march to their hideouts, 
convincing Mr.Squi to engage the warblers .

 Just when the ducks fumble their way through a freezing lake..
Mr.Squi mumbles "we got the wedding cake...."


I rush in and put on my smiling coat ,
as the chilly wind tickled me, I sneeze out laughter,
A freezing whisper of winter surged through my ear.
The blessings had begun as a soothing musical breeze,
when he kisses the bride gazing at them as they freeze. 

















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