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Peace, peace, Supplant the doom and the gloom
Turn off what is sour
Turn into a flower
And bloom, bloom hahahaha bloom hahaha bloom, bloom, bloom
Yes ahhh yes
Yes is a word with a glorious ring
a true universal euphonious thing
Engendering,embracing and chasing of blues
the very best word for the whole world to use
And now for something from four young men when they visited Pepperland
Jeremy thenowhereman
It's all to much
When I look in your eyes
Your LOve is there for me to see
And the more I go inside the more there is to see
It's all to much for me to take the LOve that's shining all around me
All the world is birthday cake so take a piece but not to much
Nice to have the time to take this opportunity
Time for me to look at you and you to look at me
It's all to much for me to see the LOve that's shining all around you
Everywhere it's what you make
For us to take it's all to much
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I usually hate poetry because so often it's just confusing and incomprehensible (usually that's poetry from so-called "professional" poets, ho-hum...), but this was amazing...! I could hear it being read up on a big stage (I let Patrick Stewart do it in my head!), and the applause afterwards almost brought down the roof!
*giggle*
Please... Don't stop.
You're good at this.
-L
"But he that hath the steerage of my course,
direct my sail."
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act One, Scene IV
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As I rember he comes from just the other side of the "Sea of Monsters" in Pepperland.
Four young men traveling in a Yellow Subsubmarine found him in the great nothing.
He speaks in rhyme because if he sopke in pros we'ed all find he dosen't know what he's talking about.
People will tell you where they've gone
They'll tell you where to go
But till you get there yourself you never really know
Where some have found their paradise
Other's just come to harm
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Registered: January 1970
Messages: 1095
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He's a real nowhere man ~ Sitting in his nowhere land ~ Making all his nowhere plans for nobody !!
Pepperland and the nasty music hating Blue Meanies, especially the Flying Glove. How the words and letters come out of John's mouth and he chops off the 'G' to turn it into "love". heehee
I have watched the Y.S. like 10 gazillion times.
(all you need is love ~ dat da da da da) I wish it were that simple
smith
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It start with knowing we can love our selves, gracefully forgive our imperfections and short comings. Then we can do the same for others!
The knowledege is simple the act is not.
People will tell you where they've gone
They'll tell you where to go
But till you get there yourself you never really know
Where some have found their paradise
Other's just come to harm
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