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« on: December 21, 2008, 12:00:36 AM » |
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all about sticky
nothing literal
bring your poet
mind and let
the words unravel
call it Jam!
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constantine
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« Reply #1 on: December 21, 2008, 12:14:51 AM » |
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a jam
by any other name
would be just as sticky
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WIREMAN
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« Reply #2 on: December 21, 2008, 12:19:44 AM » |
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gonna go get sticky
across the street
me the capn'
a filet mignon
and a bunch of
awesome friends
be back later
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« Reply #3 on: December 21, 2008, 04:34:27 PM » |
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if it ain't a jam
then it's strictly scam
premeditated creativity
poetry in a can
cheez whiz
biz
as usual
put it in a book
to collect lemon pledge
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WIREMAN
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« Reply #4 on: December 22, 2008, 01:53:37 AM » |
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cool jam special
solstice style
they're, partying
across the street
that's where
i belong.....jam on me!!!!!
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« Reply #5 on: December 22, 2008, 02:03:35 AM » |
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jam on
both slices
spread it around
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WIREMAN
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« Reply #6 on: December 22, 2008, 03:32:31 AM » |
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fire dancers and
tribal drummers
@ the nola cafe
tonight......
capn' got me
ready for dreamland
head swimming
thinking of all the
beauties that
were dancing tonight
in beatific flight
to a tribal beat
you couldn't help
but ta move yer feet
they be dancin'
right now!!!!!....drums jammin'
hips shakin.....arms twirling
soul's fullfilling
everybody doin' the solstice dance 2night
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« Reply #7 on: December 22, 2008, 02:22:38 PM » |
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wire, jammin good! he make real smiley with the ladies. wire, cool.
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WIREMAN
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« Reply #8 on: December 22, 2008, 02:37:23 PM » |
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big bearded smiling wired man
w/a great big cheshire cat grin
indeed he does fancy himself
a ladies man, the more they dance
the more my heart skips a beat
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« Reply #9 on: December 22, 2008, 02:39:47 PM » |
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whirlin like a dervish
christ she makes me nervous
i'd ask her to the prom
but i'm going with her mom
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« Reply #10 on: December 22, 2008, 02:44:50 PM » |
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from 18 to 50 the beauties
whirled and twirled and
did the gypsy dance
as the djembe supplied the power
and the doumbek's laid
down that mystical rat-a-tat-tat
and yes i did fall in love
wired and easy like sunday morning.............o yeah!!!!!!
and to top it all i got the day off
i be a gambler on the cold
this time i won!
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« Reply #11 on: December 22, 2008, 02:57:51 PM » |
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just me
and ms. curry
legs wrapped around
like a christmas ribbon
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« Reply #12 on: December 22, 2008, 03:24:35 PM » |
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wire way up on wire
dancing with all the foxes
strutting tunes to the lord
so here comes a pair
all dressed in lace
smelling so sweet and all
when out whips his guitar
the biggest by far
plus a drum below
makes them faint to hell
now we know why he's the "Wire"
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« Reply #13 on: December 23, 2008, 01:26:25 AM » |
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wind and words
the jam thick 2night
the breeze calm
air frigid
everything regarding
time, turned upside down
now it's back to
zatoichi the fugitive
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« Reply #14 on: December 25, 2008, 11:32:01 PM » |
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zakir hussain
kicking it on tablas
material the band
quiet christmas
warm frederick streets
shadow's bouncing
off the holy spires
sugarloaf mountain
with a mind of it's own
the trumpet wails it's
a lonesome horn
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