Thursday, October 5, 2017

d

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

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d was determined
to do right
he worked by day
and studied by night

he scorned tradition
and all pieties
and drew up plans
for new societies

the path of the world
is never straight
twisted by power
forsaken by fate

no one knows
that d exists
he is out there somewhere
in the mist



Tuesday, October 3, 2017

c

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

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c was a clown
of the old persuasion
had a hat and a nose
for every occasion

he remembered the days
when he made children laugh
when the 20th century
was only a half

snakes are smooth
and monkeys are hairy
the highway is dark
and clowns are scary

the dream of the world
takes funny bounces
but a pint of whiskey
is still 16 ounces


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Monday, October 2, 2017

b

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

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b was a boy
who was easily bored
dreamed of traveling
to distant shores

he would conquer
the native races
and bask in the glow
of their smiling faces

sit on a throne
and watch the waves
and everybody
would be his slave

folks are not always
what they seem
outside they smile
but inside they dream


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Saturday, September 30, 2017

a

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

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a was a friendly guy
walked down the street saying hey!
some folks thought he was odd
but that was just his way

and so he went along
with a smile upon his face
and then one day he was gone
gone without a trace

few folks ever wondered
where he went or why
and if gently reminded
would say, oh yeah, that guy

who among us, brothers snd sisters
will escape a similar fate?
will even one person wave
as we pass through the earthly gate?


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Thursday, September 28, 2017

z

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

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z has a job
five days a week
of its details
he does not speak

on his days off
he goes for walks
to the mountain
and around the block

no one cares much
what he does
his thoughts if any
produce no buzz

if by chance
you pass him by
do not look him
in the eye


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Monday, September 25, 2017

y

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

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y was a clown
with a purple face
who amused the children
with style and grace

the circus traveled
from town to town
but meanwhile the world
was burning down

y’s sad antics
were met with scorn
a new race of humans
was being born

the circus vanished
into the mist
this story has
no final twist


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Friday, September 22, 2017

x

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"





x was a human
who lived in a tree
was not you
and was not me

walked at night
down highways gray
slept in the fields
at break of day

folks thought they
had x’s measure
that x had a secret
buried treasure

no one knows
where x has gone
the rain falls down
where the sun once shone


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