A HODGEPODGE OF THOUGHTS
Have you ever wondered,How to clean a dirty mind.
You can't stick it in a
washing machine,
Then hang it on a line.
In the old wild west,
If you shot someone.
You'd aim for the holes in their vest,
For nothing is wasted out west.
I held an ice cube next to my heart,
That's when it showed its love for me.
and in my arms it melted,
Think this love things overrated.
Next time I fall in love with a ice cube,
I've decided to keep it refrigerated.
I knew this man who would give,
His comanches and Sioux's away.
Down by the Mississippi River,
The very next day.
He'd steal them away,
He was such an Indian giver.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-07-17 at 18:50
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