straight from the oven
freshly baked loaves of sourdough
wanting some butter
scarcer than a mother lode
gold for investment and bling
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straight from the oven
freshly baked loaves of sourdough
wanting some butter
scarcer than a mother lode
gold for investment and bling
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rain, rain, rain, rain, rain
flash flood warnings on the air
wall-to-walk water
place for a paper fortilla
like my boats in the gutter
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in my man's cave
there's portriats of great jazz men
Duke watches over me
escorted by the Modern Jazz Quartet
Picasso's three musicans
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I finally sang
life promisies dilemmas
torture or war
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many pregnant touches
I went timidly dreaming
before empty riches
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it don't mean a thing
it don't mean a thing
it don't mean a thing
it don't mean a thing
it don't mean a thing
it don't mean a thing
it don't mean a thing
it don't mean a thing
it don't mean a thing
it don't mean a thing
it don't mean a thing
it don't mean a thing
it don't mean a thing
it don't mean a thing
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awake in the bed
tramaled by leaping sheep
where is the shovel
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sleep would not come
sheep refused to jump over the fence
wool is dear this year
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the trenches were full of blood
we were getting short of bullets
there were so many bodies
from exploding bombs
there would be some empty billets
and some missing beaus
who would write letters about missing beaus
and sent home their things covered in blood
no one wanted to use their billets
we needed more bullets
there was no safety from the bombs
we kept tripping over the bodies
there were not enough bags for all the bodies
each bag carried a beau
killed by savage bombs
each body left a lot of blood
there were gaping wounds from bullets
there would be empty billets
no one used the empty billets
they were shaped for missing bodies
the bodies somewhere lost full of bullets
a missing generation of beaus
who gave up their blood
in a rain of bombs
equal opportunity killers were the bombs
seeking to make empty billets
leaving buckets of blood
by destroying many bodies
among them someones beau
who may have managed to escape the bullets
the foxholes offered little cover from the bullets
or the bombs
the bombs destroy everything including beaus
they seeked the location of the billets
that would no longer hold bodies
that warm them with blood
bodies fill of bullets no longer needed billets
the bombs torn apart so many bodies
beaus added to the pool of blood
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18 sticks in a bag 297
a new decision at every hols 298
bunkers right and left 299
manicurired nap on the fairways 300
long grassly rough on the flanks 301
addressing the ball 302
keep your head down, elbows close 303
caddy watches the ball 304
neither a hook nor a slice wanted 305
drive the distance to the hole 306
a good walk wasted 307
day labor for some as caddies 308
the tips were generous 309
for some mash and jingle 310
pitching coins against a wall 311
a hole in one swing 312
drinks for all at the 19th hole 313
high fives and big smiles 314
done one item on bucket list 315
sky diving, bungee jumping to go 316
sing karoete too 317
doing James Joyce's pub crawl 318
climbing Kiamanjaro 319
still some items left to do 320
a trip on the chitlin circuit 321
winning a trifecta 322
wearing a zoot suit 323
of the bright yellow 324
telling the biggest liar 325
winning the "girl" 326
no mannequin she 327
a molded hourglass figure 328
no tomboy anymore 329
bred to wear silks and ribbons 330
hosiery with straight seams 331
feathers and fabric flow 332
hems vary from calf to knees 333
omen of the business cycle 334
the sound of shutters 335
but not of paparazzi 336
airbrush to trim fat 337
finished using "Photoshop" 338
new fashion in"mags" 339
priced to meet the market 340
clerks wonder if they can afford 341
the first to wear them 342
do they signal a new trend 343
what their half-life 344
most be very different 345
closets full of the same old thing 346
seek the avant garde 347
most cause envy among friends 348
most have regard of the cost 349
break the piggy bank 350
retirement is years away 351
enjoy the present 352
get out of the box 353
use your other hand instead 354
drink red with fish 355
walk backwards, step on the cracks 356
drink tequila instead of vodka 357
try drinking vinegar (really) 358
white whiskey and bottled water 359
J. Walker's Blue Label 360
a desgners microbeer 361
tapas v. canapes 358
sliders instead of big "macs" 359
consider dating a "cougar" 360
baby-boomers at the plate 361
over 60 the new cult 362
children now caregivers 363
IRAs and 401ks the new retirement 364
a pill for each decade of age 365
yoga v. aerobics 366
active members in aged ommunity 367
transcendentalism 368
new "grand tour" for seniors 369
$250,000 is not real money 370
win mega-millions 371
take up tax avoidance 101 372
nouveau riche v. noblesse oblige 373
lambigini v. ferrari 374
Chateau Yquem v. Dom Pergnom 375
Hermes, Ferigano 377
penthouse apartment in Paris 378
chef and liveried chauffeur 379
the Eiffel tower 380
the Louvre and the Seine 381
Impressionism 382
Dada and Picasso 383
Manet, Monet, and dots 384
Arche de Triomphe 385
Notre Dame Cathedral 386
Westminster Abbey, the Tower of London 387
Beefeater's helmets 388
the changing of the castle's guards 389
vinegar sloe and chips 390
Victoria Falls and the Thames
Cockneys in Soho and Trafagar Square 391
White Cliffs of Dover 392
Cambridge and the London School of Economics 393
10 Downing Street 394
Big Ben and the House of Lords 395
Soap box Speakers in Hyde Park 396
doubledeck buses 397
taxis on the left side of the road 398
is public school private 399
public school v. private
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