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Please Don't Call Me Robert
My parents "Rob-ed" me at my birth, And, in its cardboard frame, My birth certificate makes clear That "Rob" is my first name. And only that is why I scream Until it starts to hurt, That, nickname though just "Rob" might seem, MY NAME IS NOT ROB-ERT! I've no aversion to that name, In fact, I think it fine. It's nothing to dislike or blame, It's just that it's not mine. I've known 'Roberts' throughout my life, In fact there's one I Love,* But still it cuts me like a knife And hits me like a shove. That name, from Latin noun robur Means "heart of oak," and "strong." Robustus, "fit," comes from the same, And "mighty"'d not be wrong. The name I
Let Healing Rain Pour on Scorched Land
All is still as dry as tinder; Alas, after the wildfires in our home There is enough tinder that awaits ignition And we are still in this hearth of uncertainty I can breathe more easily But because victory upsets much of the population And I am still nervous at the resentment Of people who feel that they themselves won’t be heard. I won’t pretend that I am a perfect example Of virtue, I am also flawed, but I can’t take any more implacable contention Which he lit who was supposed to be responsible. I won’t pretend that I am a perfect example Of virtue, I am also flawed, but I want to resolve the problem, That we will unite against a worse crisis All seemed to collapse and naked despair And anger almost crushed me. I would not trust. I take little pleasure now, when many people Of this country feel some sort of soreness. Happy and contented people don’t become inflamed; Fear, anger, pain, and disappointment are All behind resentment, and I did not Want to listen and I could offer my
A grown man, feeling that wretched over a cat that wasn't even his...
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