Steven Curry

When tall Steve Runs riot in the basketball court He is a wizard of three pointers No elbow or bended knee Just flexible wrists and a bit of force Up the shaft of the radius Wielding a masala of muscles After all in this part of the American coast Where tech wizards eat Curry for…

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Sleep

  We sleep for beauty For rest, for renewal To awake fresh With a skip in one’s gait Healing sore eyes And sometimes we sleep Never to awake In an overdose of pills Or an ounce of poison – to forget But sleep is never As remotely as beautiful As when man and woman Hop…

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Spinster

The hag and the haggard Was once a piece of meat A prize cut – the tenderloin – Tender, succulent and flavorsome – When expectations reigned over Her stubborn heart and the man in front Was always a little too short A little fat, a little non-intellectual And now she stands alone Soaked in die-hard…

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