Poetry night

This may sound terribly cliche, but I feel like writing poetry. Sad yes, odd... certainly, but lets plough ahead anyway. Plough? Plow? Whatever on with the poetry. I'll give this a title then write it, and we'll just see what we get. Sound good? LETS DO IT!

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An Ode to those Smiling
by StoneyRoad
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There are people who seem to think
that complicated stinks
can be had at the drop of a hat

There are others who know
that of all things that blow
the loudest of all are the fat

With their nice big round bellies
and their faces full of jellies
it's no wonder then grin like a cat

Their tale may be funny
but they still made some money
and this is the end, and that's that
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Hey that's not bad. 5 minutes work their folks, I'm like the Apollo of Poetry or something. Amazing.

Anyway, there would be the poetry so you can reflect on that AS YOU WILL, or not at all. Either way please drink responsibly, and drive carefully because...

... It's a Stoney Road