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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!

Making Grade

 Explaining & complaining are the crux of all words Eventually, I clam up since there isn’t any pearl Of wisdom or of knowledge since it’s all a mystery And school is out for summer just becoming history So, the cat … Continue reading

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Follow Me

Follow me down the Apple River We’ll float on an inner tube Rather than watching the boob Yes, I said the Apple River It’s in Somerset, Wisconsin so we’ll be safe From those pesky cops on the Interstate Or if … Continue reading

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Cheese, Glorious Cheese

Cheese, Glorious Cheese So holy & so ripe Just a tiny piece To keep me from the gripe The smell, the aroma Puts me in a coma Mice are always trapped Men are always caught Of Mice & Men? What … Continue reading

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Fancy Fetish

In a moment’s time, I dared To be fancy while posing a glare It’s that energetic beatitude Joyfully setting the mood Decorated in garb’s best Gawdy with a bit of zest Still classy despite how trashy Without that bling it’s … Continue reading

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Spiral Staircase

Life is like a spiral staircase At times we’re ascending At times we’re descending Always trying not to catch or trip Journeying round & round as we rip Life is like a spiral staircase Carefully stepping so as not to … Continue reading

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PANT

The dog quietly sat to watch her He didn’t bark, beg, or bite He just waited there Until his soul could take flight She wanted to pet the dog But she just looked back at him It wasn’t a doghouse, … Continue reading

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FLIPSIDE

Breathing through childhood asthma The pollution was like plasma It hit me every Memorial Day For some reason, Eugene wanted to play Or maybe just remember him As for survivor’s guilt I have to laugh with lilt Post traumatic stress … Continue reading

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