Comedy

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WHICH WHICH

WHICH WHICH

It's said in a World Full of Princesses To Be a Witch...

​​​​​​They don't count on people being...

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My Forever Present

My Forever Present

My forever Present Child
Forever consuming time
There for every moment
Never just for...

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Christmas Poems

Dedicated to Lorna

Christmas Poems

Christmas Day

I wake on Christmas morning,
To a world crisp and cold.
With a heart...

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RUFFLED FEATHERS

RUFFLED FEATHERS

People are freaking out when so many people actually heard the whole thing and the laughter was contagious...

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This accidental arsonist...

This accidental arsonist sparked following matchless anecdote

I attribute being a grown mad scientist
linkedin with tacit approval of parents
(both long...

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When you..

When you..

when you no longer have or need
when every rain drop becomes another chance to a rebirth

...

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Font Din Black

so u real???

Font Din Black


Warning! The following choppy, batty,
dopey: elegy = flaky, goofy, history: iffy,
...

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C'mon Gimme A Botox...

C'mon Gimme A Botox Smile!

Before you engage in bacchanalia
with this sixty four year old,
married Caucasian male,...

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Late night

Late night

As your heart becomes of moods as a moon in rising

as your heart speaks in verses never been told...

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On wanting to become a...

On wanting to become a Norwegian bachelor farmer

I (Matthew Scott Harris, a nineteen seventy seven Methacton alum, and an eccentric and opportunistic...

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prevaricated mildly graphic...

prevaricated mildly graphic blurb

I (for half life of mine,
aa Norwegian bachelor farmer)
crafts gonadal venal zest
...

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The fortune of a fool

Stop breathing, a concept foretold many times.
Stay vigilant, or else doubt will grasp you tight....

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Holly day cheer, oy vey

while yours truly
a sixty four year old
married playboy wannabe
draws up blueprints of...

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Me

Me

When we sit too long
and standing becomes lost

along the way to the path
but you...

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Billy The Baked Potato...

Billy The Baked Potato...

On a couch he'll slouch,
Resting his bones while he rolls,
Vibing with music as he smokes,...

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Pendulous predilection per...

Pendulous predilection per procreative proboscis

greetings to a beautifully wrought reader
maybe ye happen to be a natural born leader
of...

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Lost libido rez erected...

Lost libido rez erected haint no fallacy

Me primate chronological
adolescent age evinced
flood microsoft billeted gates
...