………Heavens to Nishelle, and for Kevin’s sake, get Poodle for kudos, that’s who knows, the snare to our drum, it goes Tess, Tess da Tess like dun, dun, da, dun , or our bullet to our guns.. word to shoo-shoo now that’s that Miller voodoo; say this at night before that Astral flight and you become a spiritual kite. Psychedelic relic yet still angelic, gotta wear ya helmet before you can get it, it can become a smash, poems ain’t boundless, no need to hound this, reason should form a perfect circle even if you Urkel, lack of knowledge can hurt you, you in and out, you flirt you. This is just a electric eclectic shock to jerk you.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Speaking in tongues, is just that, a language only my family would understand at first glance… Nishelle is a cousin of mines who became a doctor, Kevin is my closest cousin, whom I’ve wrote about before, and Poodle is his mother’s nickname, as is shoo-shoo the nickname of Kevin’s deceased older sister… Tess or Tessie is my father’s mother and my grandmother whom we all loved very much, someone who help raise us all… just wanted to put their names in a fun poem.
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Fantastic work.
Thanks
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