Tag: Electronically Generated Art
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Poem: St Nick Stuck
St Nick Stuck There is an old man named St Nick. Whose middle has become quite thick. Down the flue he drops. Then suddenly stops. Eat too many cookies you’ll stick. June Nash If Santa got stuck in your chimney last night, be a sport and help him out so he can finish his deliveries.…
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Poem: Out of Clothes, Secret #6
Out of Clothes Need to shop, she has no clothes. Out of socks to warm her toes. Also need some pants and shirts, Even getting low on skirts. All empty, drawers and closet. When she turns, there her clothes set. Stuffed in hamper, they are squashed, Dirty, needing to be washed. June Nash …
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Poem: Daylight Savings Crime
Daylight Savings Crime Twice per year we change the time. This law we have seems a crime. Internal clocks remain same. Crazy time practice is blame, Accidents, at work and home. As muddle brained people roam. Foggy brain clouds need to clear. Lets keep same time the whole year . June Nash
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Poem: Compromise or Compromised
Compromise or Compromised To compromise, meet on common ground. Committed to change, both parties bound . That is how I thought it would be. I thought that, it was silly of me. You cannot change, your way critical. I must change, that would be practical. For you yes, but I suffer dearly. I lose self,…
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Poem: Is Halloween Dead?
Is Halloween Dead? Trick or treat, the night is dead. Not one kid here to be fed. It’s not ghosts nor spooks that scare. Must be crime makes them beware. I, when young, through streets would run. Could not wait, for setting of sun. Trick or treat, the sport has changed. In control, parties arranged.…
June Nash 