On this day

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    On this day

    What have I got to say?
    What have I got to say?
    What have I got to say?
    Brilliance at its finest
    I'd call myself that
    If I had the right
    To call myself anything
    I don't know what I'd call myself actually
    Perhaps, as they say
    Eccentric
    Perhaps, it's not what that is said
    But how it is said
    Perhaps, it's not what that is said
    But how it is said
    Perhaps, it's not what that is said
    But how it is said
    Pain, pain, you know the game
    Take it in
    Throw it out
    Know the lines
    Walk them everyday
    Feel the ground
    Walk the air
    Always up and down
    Never down and out
    Feel the strokes
    The simple caress
    Flowing down your back
    Such warmth
    My love
    Inside
    Felt sometimes on out
    Know who you are
    Know what you are
    Sense my presence
    Sense my presence
    Sense my presence
    Altogether now
    Heave, ho

    Mickey Rooney
    Now there's a guy
    I'd like to know
    Wonderful actor
    But always so short
    Never much taller
    Than about five feet
    However, he made it
    Made millions
    Blew my mind
    Boys Town
    Brilliant piece
    Great work of art
    There's people
    In every day
    The ones you come in
    Contact with
    Every single day
    Power in the praise
    Power in the praise
    El fantastico
    Give it to 'em boys
    Let it out

    I've probably led you on
    You've no idea what I'm talking
    About
    Do you?
    But that's just great
    You'll get it
    I'll embrace the madness
    And just welcome you
    That's all there is to it
    Simply, simply put
    I love you

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    poetress77 commented on On this day

    05-10-2011

    "It's not what is said, but how it is said", I love that

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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