Alphabet City

Come on! Sing along with me!
(You will need to create your own melody and rhythm)
Et voilà comment c'est ça, no?
Si! Et voilà comment le cookie s'effrite!

(Hint: Have fun with those "S" sounds and one-syllable words in the middle)

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So let the ball bounce and sing-along,
life - methinks - is truly that simple

Happy Birthday, Mitch.  Mitch lived to be 99,
would be 110 years old, July 4th, 2021. 

instead of grass,
I grow clover

typically 
I keep it trim

but lately in the back
and on moonlit nights
I let it roam wild

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so sorry we waited 
so long, old friend

goodbye

till somewhere,
sometime again

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I think I would do well
as a comic on the Borscht Belt
because of my rye sense of humor.

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when you are gone
who will I share art with?

harmony will
lack luster

no more brilliant sheen
in-between the sheets

no quiet traipse
on wooden floors
in dead of night's
wan moonlight

without the whisper
of song to keep time

a single set of footprints
in the dust, how odd

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we are all
colored people

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So much time is wasted
recovering from the rush

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The pattern 
of shadow and light 
on the cedar planks
warm in morning sun 
through porch-screen
the culmination of 
all of my moments
till now

and then 
there is songbirds cooing
blues to their young

such a short line
from 
long ago
until
there was once...

I intend
soon to become
in the light of cedar
its grain

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a lot of people want to do big things,
to make big things work, while 
they ignore doing the little things
to make small lives wonderful

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an experienced smoker
compensates for bad draw

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