Fortunate Cookies

⋈ How fortunate. ⋈

Fortunate Cookies
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Grow-up

True:
A rolling stone gathers no moss.
But:
A tumbling acorn never grew an oak.

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Forewarning

She won’t leave.
She won’t ever leave.
People leave everyday;
Love, she won’t leave.
Even in leaving,
Love won’t leave.

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Money

It ain’t worth much to anyone that matters.
But to anyone that matters, it’s worth so much.

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Lament for Our First National Poet

Poor Mr. Jefferson,
You'd think the Two Dollar Bill
Would be worth more.

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Commercialism

Stuff is not my thing.

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A Bawdy Toast to Endurance

Well...

There’s Two-Second Todd,
Who had a great bod,
But it ended there don’t you see.

For when he took off his pants,
And she started to dance;
He never could make it to three.

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Mettle Work

There’s one.
There’s two.
And there’s
What Love
Will do.

There’s me.
There’s you.
And there’s
What lovers
Will do.

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Other People's Problems

Hermit, hermit, hermit crab-
If I were a hermit,
I wouldn’t be such a crab.

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Wisdom

What’s your favorite color?

The older I get
The harder that is to answer.

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Off-Beat

A. E. I. O. U.
And sometimes rhythm.

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A Row's Sound Point of Prose, for Bill

A rose by any other name would smell as platypus.

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Missing Some Letters

“Is that how you spell racism?
It seems too small;
Like it’s missing some letters.”

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Contrast

The saddest people write the happiest songs.
The shortest poem lasts for days.

The less cloth, the more there is to see.
When it’s breakfast in Miami, Sydney’s still at the Opera.

+he Ghos+

Wynn

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