There was a young man, quite the dude
whose manners were often quite crude
He said, I mean no harm,
Ladies he tried to charm
but they told him, You re much too rude!
The young mans heart was quite broken
wishing he never had spoken
said, please give me a chance
at this game called romance
Hell, Ill even quit smokin!
And the young man kept on trying
for the attention was vying,
He was good, for a start
and thought he was smart
but the ladies kept on crying,
Dont you see youre just not pleasin
and we dont enjoy your teasin
you are too full of hype
and are just not our type.
and its not us youll be squeezin!
whose manners were often quite crude
He said, I mean no harm,
Ladies he tried to charm
but they told him, You re much too rude!
The young mans heart was quite broken
wishing he never had spoken
said, please give me a chance
at this game called romance
Hell, Ill even quit smokin!
And the young man kept on trying
for the attention was vying,
He was good, for a start
and thought he was smart
but the ladies kept on crying,
Dont you see youre just not pleasin
and we dont enjoy your teasin
you are too full of hype
and are just not our type.
and its not us youll be squeezin!
nessi The secret of it all is to write in the gush, the throb, the flood, of the moment -- to get things down without deliberation -- without worrying about their style -- without waiting for a fit time or place. I always worked that way. I took the first scrap of paper, the first doorstep, the first desk, and wrote -- wrote, wrote . . . By writing in the instant the very heartbeat of life is caught.--W The secret alt Whitman, "Walt Whitman's Camden Conversations"


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