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Are you desperate to be right all of the time?How much better at day's end to be found kind!.....Mark Toney © 2020.4/18/2020 - Poetry form: Couplet.
betwixt two willow trees, the headstone stood thine rose did weep beneath the reaper's hood  
Poetry to me is not some Centipede     -Not just a little Inconsequential-     But rather a place Where I can face
Dear smiles,   When I was young, you were constantly with me. I radiated joy, so I was free.   I always was the child with smiles
How now, my dearest Lord and suit, Sir Knave? Upon thine honour and upon thy grave, Thou swearest prove thyself a gentleman, And in itself to gain thyself a fan? I’ve seen thee lock’d in taverns here and there,
Winter is coming soon We will admire the bright full moon And curl up together by the fire Our love taking us both higher   My heart thrums for him only He's the reason I'm not lonely
I've learned how to be by myslef without being lonely - I like the silence
There’s one thing in my life that is dear and ethereal And that dear and ethereal thing is called cereal. Mornings and nights, without a doubt
Whether Its Instruments, Acapella, or Acoustic, A Very Important Piece I Can't Live Without Is Music.
Ordinary. Is what we are without all the excess Is what the world looks like day to day
This horse holds spirit rumbling real strong A loud neigh and a frightful sight, he rears He is young and unsure of what  is right and wrong Do not be scared dark horse, for i am here.
it feels like if you leave me here alone with myself, there won't be an earth left for me to be alone on.
At night, I'm writing songs about about blood and baby-blue t-shirts and I can smell smoke everywhere.
I'm just a bunch of splinters and dead, beaten birds who flew into windows.
And all the while, the world adores you, but you can't hear it over your own drowning.
You told me that I’m a fish amongst the rocks, but I’d much rather be your crooked teeth.     
I find that there is no pleasure truer Than playing trumpet alone in the sewer When that exasperating feeling comes I go there to rattle my tympanums  
You've always been there from the start, In my life, you've made a mark. You picked me up when I was down, You made a smile from my frown. Laughing, joking, everyday, You always know just what to say.
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