April Three A poem a Day

April Three A poem a Day

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"LargeOSaurausLargeOSauraus2012 2013 the time will end the new beginning the crack of doom will open both the poles magnetic losing earth oozing into space the end of world the end of gracethe human racing to the end will find the cockroaches will winthe dinosaur is the next living creaturehe is very huge he is very largehe has large wooly ears and wings but does not flyhe eats planted things but sniffs at passers byehe wears no clothes but skin is dry like leather but with feathers how can we be completely sure the lidded lizard eyes or the open bird like wonder of the flew he did not fly too large a head for body he walked slow and pondasaurus he will have a human face and legs and eat the planted things we left some pine trees on the hills we left some hardwood in the rills we left some food for the largosaurus when he comes when he comes to rule did he come from the egg or from Brooklyn all green from the nuclear winter the troll under the bridge is just human with wings after all"

Handwritten poetry on the back of a cowhiding in the bushes several people ignoring this poet looks like a real cowboy somehow fooling everyone yesterday eye wrote the second poem this month is almost gone this is the third poem written on the second day does it matter as long as the requirements is one poem every day so nervous eye could not roll upp a smoke iff eye did smoke every now and then eye quit eye am a quitter eye even got mad at some old facebook women not old women but old facebook friends and quit writing poetry several more times this is not the only once some people get offended at the dumbest things like a person finding something that they posted is funny and commenting with a laugh it does not seem fair of them to tell you not to chuckle but it IS there Aritcle is posted for more Serious believers. Some of the women who left me were old. SOme of them were young but not underage eye do not friend 14 year old women a woman who is married should be flattered to recieve my dalliance she should knoe eye am not trying to give her my whole heart and why get offended at only one little part it seems almost a crime not to share our love and eye am not even a womanizer in real life a short hairy homeless man in need of kisses. Even close freinds make me depressed sending me to find the box of rocks will talk to me instead of warm caring human beings who feel eye am not attractive or worth any of there time like talking to a wall on the timeline no i think too many self important people not learning to be friends with other people who would love to be more friendly is the key to emotional bankruptcy and this poem started to be funny or perhaps it was just me eye stand corrected on my April Three A poem a Day lays heavily on me