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Send me the same signals
You did the past year
For the only result
Is a heart without wear

I apologize for being perverse, but poetry knows no boundaries. I am only honest - forgive me. This is the poem I wrote for my birthday:

It's your birthday
Again, happy birthday
How old are you now?
Are you a burgeoning legal
Old enough to go down?
Could your pretty red lips
Look so nice around me?
It's your birthday again
Make a wish on your knees

Another Short Short Story

A man walks his dog.
Everyday.

To My Prisoneer

A poor boo
Is bound in a room
Without knobs

The dinner is gruel
Where the faces are skewed
And everyones waiting to walk

Maybe now
Maybe then
Maybe in a week

Restricted guest
You can't forget
That government is King