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Limerick from Limerick
There was a young poet called Limerick
and Limerick from Limerick came
but he often got lost in the thing of it
when Limerick wrote Limericks from Limerick.
Have a laugh.
Charles M. Moore
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chocolate
Chocolate is funny
chocolate is fun
you can spread it on your body
you can lick it with your tongue
you can chew it, you can drink it
you can have it in the bath
chocolate is funny
it always makes me laugh
Chocolate is funny
chocolate is good
you can have it for your breakfast
as a substitute for food
it can be orgasmic
it can bring you paradise
you can lie in bed and dream of it
chocolate is nice.
Charles M. Moore
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Where the passion flower grows
Lay down on your pillow
and turn the lights down low
let me take you to the garden
where the passion flower grows
Close your eyes and enter dreams
as love's emotion sets the scene
and flitters through the garden
where the passion flower grows
Touch the tender petals
of the flower as she grows
a tentative endeavour
as your feelings overflow
Let me draw you to the place
where ecstasy can be embraced
the beauty of the garden
where the passion flower grows
Feel your mind exploding
in the heavy scented air
experience the shiver
as your captured unaware
A little touch of heaven
where imagination flows
the valley in the garden
where the passion flower grows.
Charles M. Moore
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Youv'e broken her heart
She wakes up early she's got breakfast to make
she'll feed the kids their off to school on their way
well it's just the start of another day without you
It's to late now you know you had it made
two kids at home and a wife in bed
but you played around you didn't love her you said
is it true?
You heard her cry as you walked out the door
she whispered something of love
she hurts inside like so often before
and it tears her apart
you've broken her heart
It's funny how it seems like yesterday
you had it all and you threw it away
the kids don't know you and it's better that way
without you
You've let it slide and it hurts you I'm sure
recalling whispers of love
who needs you now that you're down on the floor
and it tears you apart
you've broken her heart.
Charles M. Moore
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