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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: Toastedturningtidelegs on November 04, 2008, 08:48:35 AM
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There once was a man from Nantucket! :-)quote]TomInTib (1000+ posts) Fri Oct-31-08 02:27 PM
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Drinking gin, in a hot tub, in the rain. 4AM
Advertisements [?]Couldn't sleep.
At my cottage in the redwoods, right outside of Larkspur, California.
Up on the hill, no sound but the rain and a snoring dog.
Went outside with a bottle of Bombay Sapphire Gin, right out of the freezer.
Walked around on the deck, smoking and drinking and thinking.
Rain dripping out of huge trees, just like it has always done.
Just like it has always done.
But something's different, this time.
Really different.
Sitting in 100 degree swirling water, cold raindrops in my hair.
Thinking...
All of those old trees...
My old house...
Will all be new, next week.
Gonna be a New World, America.
Gonna be a New World.
Anyway, that's what I was thinking...
Drinking, in a hot tub at 4AM, in the rain.
Tom
[/quote]Now he owns a cottage? :whatever:http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_mesg&forum=132&topic_id=7683746&mesg_id=7683746
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30 years ago, I owned an X-wing fighter. Got in it and flew it around the neighborhood a lot.
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That poem is very ...er... different. I love how he both walks round the deck and sits in a hot tub.
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That poem is very ...er... different. I love how he both walks round the deck and sits in a hot tub.
I wonder who he ripped it off from.
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You know, I'm not one to name drop....
But I once knew a poet who was well before his time. He had a dog named Spooner who would sit and listen while he rhymed.
His words would make you happy, they'd make you cry.
But one day my friend the poet suddenly died. He left behind a closet that was filled with his work. Somehow a poem got printed in the paper and everybody started searching for him, and found out he was buried in Florida.
He became popular, seemed like everyone knew a line from his books. Sometimes I wondered if he knew how well he was doing. I mean his books were all best sellers, some turned his poems into songs.
They even had his brother on some talk show, forget which one, even though they never got along.
Shoot, some called him immortal and he was even taught in school. They talked about how he used his talents.
The irony is he left all of his royalties to that dog Spooner.
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I wonder who he ripped it off from.
Actually Mia a portion of this is probably true...the drinking gin at 4am in the rain?...We here call people who do this....homeless! :-)
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The man has what? 15 active brain cells? maybe 20..... :bs:
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TIT is so deep.
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Someday Karma is going to catch up with him.
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Roses are red
Violets are blue
TiTs fulla shit
don't rhyme but it's true
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I met a man, Bo Jangles and he danced a bit
in worn out shoes...
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Roses are red
Violets are blue
TiTs fulla shit
don't rhyme but it's true
H5! :rotf: :lmao: :cheersmate:
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My poem, entitled "The Morning After"
Dems are red
Repubs are blue
Obama is seated
He'll screw you
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Aw, c'mon.
Aren't there any Parrotheads here?
I thought someone would recognize my poet story.