• What allows crude tactics of audacity,
    to impede a gap onto her capacity?
    ‘Cause, opinions float in raging storms,
    jabbing disturbance into her charm.

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    What allows crude tactics of audacity,
    to impede a gap onto her capacity?
    ‘Cause, opinions float in raging storms,
    jabbing disturbances into her charm.

    Love yearns to chase a tender mutual;
    amiable bliss, for love is essential.
    Romance will not drive for the undriven,
    denying affection that is ungiven.

    A chase cannot be a chase…in a race,
    where love achieves no embrace.
    A bridge-of-dreams pace a gap-in-time,
    love closes-in on two hearts sublime.

    Male and female arrive at common vibs,
    as unified hearts see eye to eye.
    Social pest…stab her mind, with a nasty,
    criticizing pure charm and chasity.

    She knows nothing greater…in her mind,
    than stimulating the opposite kind.
    Attraction sweetly aims on concentration,
    placing a female in a male’s direction.

    Name an affection–with social validation,
    laying a path for her determination!
    Love!…is a matter for her chosen matches;
    matching love with rosebud patches.

    When two hearts qualify the ageless limit,
    crying for love, while she laments it.
    Death takes an equal heart–unto the truth;
    her young love remembers its worth.
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  • A woman intuition is a delicate place to dwell;
    Be advised, her directions are twirling around.
    Man will swear, she has a floating sense to tell;
    Up appears obvious, while her choice…is down.

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    A woman intuition is a delicate place to dwell;
    Be advised, her directions are twirling around.
    Man will swear, she has a floating sense to tell;
    Up appears obvious, while her choice…is down.

    Time will prove wit, as a dilemma of dilatation;
    The feminine brain expands little sense…a tall.
    Man Learns the phenomenal: 2-sided selection:
    An obvious down!…is actually, up!…with a fall.

    Practical intelligence requires a sensitive smile,
    Which heals a multitude of self-inflicted frowns.
    If man determines…she deserves an up, awhile,
    He resembles her favorite…impractical clown.

    Loosely judging the mothod of a better choice,
    Man displays an edge, subject to her discussion.
    She is pleased with his direction–with his poise,
    Until hell breaks loose…with contentious fussin.

    Believe it!…or not, while misery loves company,
    Delight is a kooky little ding–an enchanting coy.
    Opposite directions pretend…a blind cacophony;
    Man loves woman, while blending a sense of joy.

    No concern will place a cause on man’s displace;
    Happily, he endures the saddest lovely condition.
    He has the right to be wrong in a woman’s race;
    Where else can doubt be an artistic deliberation?

    There are more sensible places for man to dwell;
    When oddly, womankind makes no sense…at all.
    Alas, nonsense brings joy, as she sweetly tells;
    Her downward direction…is twirl’n’ up, afterall!
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  • Disturbance poses a condition of this ole world,
    When a cheery upstart merits a hug from a girl.
    Suspicion turns heads, and rapidly spreads fear,
    Tho’ malefactors serve hopelessly toward cheer.

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    Disturbance poses a condition of this ole world,
    When a cheery upstart merits a hug from a girl.
    Suspicion turns heads, and rapidly spreads fear,
    Tho’ malefactors serve hopelessly toward cheer.

    Loose intentions mingle, sadly tripping on thrills;
    Lust preys upon innocent girls–to rob and steal.
    Cruelty angles and twists…to enhance the media;
    Nonetheless, crimeless victims report to Kramilia.

    Entertainment ravishes, by spreading the news;
    Victums contend to struggle with perilous blues.
    Opportune publicity carries stones of wild trips;
    Jumping on conclusions…for innocence to whip.

    A delightful ole crust…deserves to be bothered,
    Inspite of affection, he motions with a daughter.
    He refuses to allow a twisted mind–bits of woo;
    Confidentially, congenial friends share hugs, too.

    Gossip tramples on hearts…without any relief;
    Relentless voices stimulate a reason for belief.
    No blame is accepted, for this news reputation;
    Stories pass carefree–from station to station.

    Belief, or supposedly not, injects commonsense;
    Truely, falsehood is quick with a clever defense.
    Suspicion-wise, determines the wisdom of truth;
    Careless gossip slinks about an offensive proof.

    Natural enemies long for the hug of new babes;
    A fortunate persuasion…the news media made.
    Twisting this ole world…in search of pure minds,
    Innocence radiates sunlight–by a natural shine.
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  • Neighbor, relate to me…of golden years;
    Especially the ones with thrilling cheers.
    Take a happy moment, or perhaps, two.
    Reveal pleasant things expected of you.

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    Neighbor, relate to me…of golden years;
    Especially the ones with thrilling cheers.
    Take a happy moment, or perhaps, two.
    Reveal pleasant things expected of you.

    Mix some feelings with a conjecture ascent,
    Whether years will arrive–straight or bent.
    Chronical concern predisposes me, you see;
    Perhaps, those golden years are not for me.

    There is a social disturbance–all around.
    Some rumors practically cover the town.
    Folks talk about a raucous of some kind;
    Claim! that years pass quickly with time.

    How does time appear when it arrives;
    Do years become golden–dead or alive?
    Suppose years of gold are hard to find;
    Alas, time surmounts…without a sign.

    The ebb-of-time is hardly prepared for me;
    Physical persuasion…isn’t very convincing.
    Even so, professionals are pleased to help;
    They can set the golden years–in a snap.

    If golden thoughts are previous to submit,
    Check a silver jerk, where a joint don’t fit.
    Level hips just may transport a lame brain;
    Snap! pop! Silver legs, with a golden pain.

    Neighbor, you express the density of gold;
    Oddly, time is a yearly persuasion–unsold.
    File with a lawyer; get free from this crap;
    Golden folks are resolved to take this rap.
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  • Read my lips, alas, turn-up your hearing aid!
    Attention folks!…beware of a wild life today.
    Young and old are generally things in motion;
    Transportation could face a great commotion.

    Commotion is certainly a thing of joy–we do!
    Sunrise begins…a congenial greeting with you;
    Practice makes perfect sense…at some odd time.
    Afterwards, you could witness a corrosive mind.

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    Read my lips, alas, turn-up your hearing aid!
    Attention folks!…beware of a wild life today.
    Young and old are generally things in motion;
    Transportation could face a great commotion.

    Commotion is certainly a thing of joy–we do!
    Sunrise begins…a congenial greeting with you;
    Practice makes perfect sense…at some odd time.
    Afterwards, you could witness a corrosive mind.

    Vexations come upon the aged and the young.
    Don’t sweat the small stuff…we’re having fun.
    We’re endowed with love, inspite of fussy stuff;
    The bumpy roads are mild, when life gets rough.

    Jeanne maintains pleasant…the whole day long;
    She smiles to brush away a fitful vexing throng.
    Dispatching transport as a lubriant roller game,
    Buses are rockin’ and rollin’ with a nagging pain.

    Ideas come into flow…within our office space;
    Rosie redspruce, set Jeanne to a worthy chase.
    Attempting some skill–touching at raw nature;
    Pruning the branches with a stretching stature.

    A jovial disposition is the life of Orange County;
    Open your laughing heart to a delightful bounty.
    When struggling with age has lost its vital glory,
    A Trainor tells a Harry joke and a chuckle story.

    Strange bed partners bunk with a brown recluse;
    A red neck hicky, and a spider…won’t turn loose.
    You may prefer a poisonous type–that’s just swell;
    A boil arises–lemon side, and takes awhile to heal.

    Passengers rush to reach appointments on time;
    Just rockin’ & rollin’, with Charlotte’s web incline.
    Let a shameful honor haunt the guys who died,
    Leaving dazzled wives with a zipping zesty ride.

    Words!…like a delicate twist in a caustic spin;
    Spinning Trisha so closely on the edge of men.
    Distinguished notes–sweet jesters in a crump;
    Tender!…resembles Trisha’s edge…in a snap.

    Scoot’n’ scooter Charlie…dazed on main street;
    Cruising downtown…was the wrong place to be.
    A roadhog with a wheel…took his scooter down;
    Stretching ole Charlie–layed out on the ground.

    Rattle brains find amusement in rattling cages.
    Linda’s bus is equipped with nonsense gages.
    She can rattle a rattler ’til the rattlin’s done;
    No nonsense!…Linda, calmly equalizes the fun.

    A calm demeanor…revolves through the room,
    While big-hearted Glen diverts ominous doom.
    Conscious health is a matter of daily concern;
    Slender to his wife, while his heart grows stern.

    When all is lost, and Bobbie is in search of Lee,
    She hangs on…to a balancing act, desparately.
    His mind is wandering around for a radio check;
    One false idle twitch, and she’ll wring his neck.

    An amiable boss administers–from another room;
    Transportation has overcome the impossible gloom.
    Paula keeps the wheels a rollin’ service–countywide;
    Vehicles continue to function inspite of a dumpyside.

    Crank the engines, and serve the poor a rolling meal;
    Service is natural for these Orange County wheels.
    A side-venture for transportation…is an aging deal;
    Over the Vidor tracks…appears “Meals on Wheels.”

    Whatever we said!–half employed with foolish ways,
    Our motely crew…floats about–some dazzling days.
    Serving Orange County neighbors…is a funny scare;
    Spending a few nice days with gentle folks who care.

    This county job says it all, and luckily, halfway done;
    Serving the old senior community…is a treasure fund.
    Hopefully, an unbalanced youth will make a discovery;
    Wise old folks pray earnestly–for a painful recovery.
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