Once there was a little boy 

Who could not say it straight

Whenever he was asked a question

His response was bait.

“What colour is the sky” his teacher asked him for a test

“It’s red of course” the boy replied 

“Cuz that colour’s the best”

He knew of course,  his answers were completely in the wrong

He just liked to confuse people

Their gasps were like a song

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The time flies do not have a clock 

In spite of all you wish

On every inch of you they walk

Their legs give you an itch

They come when you are waiting 

For things good or for things bad

But mostly when debating 

What your fate has in its hand

It must be all that fidgeting

And tapping of your feet

Each time fly’s always listening 

For worst fears made conc...

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Poem: The hollow people:

The hollow people make no sense,

They can’t split fact from feeling.

They see the world in black and white

And colours if appealing.

The hollow people don’t see time as future past and present

They rip up books to please their friends

Cuz that’s what they find pleasant. 

Why can’t they see that pulling threads will lead but to destruc...

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