Phoenix Rory Poems

When I'm and old lady
I'll look back down the beach of my life
And see two sets of tracks
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I am a dancer
A music romancer
An audience entrancer
I steal the show
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I don't like conformity
I like to be me
And if that's not okay with you
I'm done with it, here's that shoe
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Just a thought, and then I’m broken
Because of what I haven’t spoken
Words just dropp out of my head
And all my sense seems to have fled
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The only things I can think
(Besides think)
That rhyme with pink
Are stink
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Everyone loves a delicacy
And most of all miss dainty me
Who's not so dainty now, I say
There's so many wrappers to throw away
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Look at that her with the shy smile
The one you say has all the style
Red hair, big baby blues
If she wanted a guy she could choose
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I clothe myself in darkness
I picked blackness for its starkness
And many a spidery metaphor
Being mysterious isn't a chore
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A date you said
So a date it will be
But I won't glory in the red
Roses, so not me
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