Nuance

Beware being idle in March.

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Oh snap !

I’d rather be a snapper than a steel toed rapper.
I’d rather be a talking picture than a star.
I’d other be an otter that a kiss all crapper
I’d brother be the dime than a spare change con.

jib 12/28/2011

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Chestnuts

A brick thru the window
A colorful ass

A world full of squirrels
A notion morassed

A covey of covets
A princess , A pawn

A principal upheld
Warm rum in a glass.

jib 11-26-2011

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Heaven

Cats bounding over an open meadow chasing butterflies.

jib 11/14/2011

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Once upon a time

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”

— Continental Congress.

If our founding Fathers actually believed the words they penned in the Declaration of Independence there never would have been slavery or segregation in this country.

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bells

 

 

 

 

 

 

when you’re broken deep inside

there are fractures hard to hide.

when your list of wrongs is long

when you’re broken deep inside.

when you empty out your soul

there is nothing left to dole.

then you know what you must do

as the bells begin to toll.

then you know what you must do

as the bells begin to toll.

jib 10/12/2011

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paying the price

The acorn falls within the shade of the tree.
The town hall crier cannot bear your fruit.
Don’t try to stand tall when you are too small to know the truth.
When you inaugurate a Lincoln you should expect a toll from a Booth.

jib 10/06/2011

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cat cries

tears

are tiny mentions

of your needs

they form

pools

which glisten

like the dreams

that have

left your sight.

jib

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Heroic climb

One must scale the twin walls of satire and sarcasm to glance down into the garden of inner truths.

jib 7/19/2011

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ever present

there’s no hand or word to lift me up…

i was buried long ago.

stumbling down my daily path…

got no future, got no past.

i was buried, let me go…

jib 7/7/11

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