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Swampyville’s - “Whenever Never Comes”!

From the Swampyville Gazette!

You're the Poet!

Fill in the below blanks with the following words or use your own words!

Brings, flame, ground, lane, light, made, me, night, persuade, profound, see, things.

Whenever Never Comes! By L. Don Oliver

Whenever my never comes, And there will come that __; Looking back upon the road of life, Did I venture the proper _?;

Taking everything for granted, Was the only avenue for ; Never searching for the answers, That closed eyes refused to _;

Spring vanished into Summer, Like a thief in the __; Summer escaped into Autumn, Altering its changing __;

Winter was but a moment, Regrets blanketed the ___; No more tomorrows to come, Life is so deeply _;

Never, did I say the right words, Nor, did I do the little ___; To enjoy each awakening hour, And the beauty that it ___;

Now that life has passed me by, Only destiny remains to _; What will be the consequence, Of the choices that were ___?;

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Rushing Through the Day! By L. Don Oliver

I had no time for family, I had no time to pray; I had no time for the youth, Rushing through the day;

I had no time for the needy, Yet, I found plenty of time to play; I had no time for the sick, Rushing through the day;

I had no time for the elderly, What more is left to say; Busy with my own life, Rushing through the day;

When I reached the Pearly Gates, I asked; "Lord, what shall I do?"; God replied as he closed the gates, "I have no time for you";

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Swampyville’s - “Rushing Through the Day”!

From the Swampyville Gazette!

You are the Poet!

Fill in the below blanks with the following words or use your own words!

Day, day, day, do, play, pray, say, you.

Rushing Through the Day! By L. Don Oliver

I had no time for family, I had no time to _; I had no time for the youth, Rushing through the ;

I had no time for the needy, Yet, I found plenty of time to _; I had no time for the sick, Rushing through the ;

I had no time for the elderly, What more is left to ; Busy with my own life, Rushing through the ;

When I reached the Pearly Gates, I asked; "Lord, what shall I ?"; God replied as he closed the gates, "I have no time for ";

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A Tall Tales Winter! By L. Don Oliver

The sun is shinning bright, With a warming delight, In a Winter of our content; No thought of the North, Summer apparel we sport, Of this we willingly consent;

Snow clouds are building, A warm front is shielding, From the frozen shroud; Pine trees begin scowling, To the Northeast they are bowing, From the screaming wind's loud;

The tree line once standing, Is no longer commanding, The pleasures of it's sight; The disappearance of it's form, That once came with each morn, Leave's only feelings of fright;

What's bad for the Drake, Maybe good for the Snake, But, no one really knows; We still have to defend, On what reality sends, After a destructive wind blows;

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Swampyville’s - A Tall Tales Winter!

From the Swampyville Gazette!

Swampyville's - Your the Poet!

Fill in the below blanks with the following words or use your own words.

Blows, consent, content, fright, knows, loud, shroud, sight.

A Tall Tales Winter! By L. Don Oliver

The sun is shinning bright, With a warming delight, In a Winter of our _; No thought of the North, Summer apparel we sport, Of this we willingly _;

Snow clouds are building, A warm front is shielding, From the frozen ___; Pine trees begin scowling, To the Northeast they are bowing, From the screaming wind's _;

The tree line once standing, Is no longer commanding, The pleasures of it's __; The disappearance of it's form, That once came with each morn, Leave's only feelings of ___;

What's bad for the Drake, Maybe good for the Snake, But, no one really __; We still have to defend, On what reality sends, After a destructive wind __;

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Swampyville’s - The Herd Mentality!

Excerpt from the Swampyville Gazette!

Reading between the Lines!

TODAY'S POLITICS: YOU CAN SIT ON THE LEFT KNEE - YOU CAN SIT ON THE RIGHT KNEE AND NEVER HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT "MISTER IN BETWEEN", BECAUSE HE HAS BEEN RENDERED IMPOTENT!

The Herd Mentality!

The term herd mentality is the word herd, meaning "group of animals", and mentality, implying a certain frame of mind. However the most succinct definition would be: "how large numbers of people follow in certain directions at the same times and never care where they are being led".

Herd behavior is distinguished from herd mentality because it applies to all animals, whereas the term mentality implies a uniquely human phenomenon. Herd mentality implies a fear-based reaction to peer pressure which makes individuals follow in order to avoid the feeling of being "left behind" from the group. Herd mentality is also sometimes known as "mob mentality". Actually, there is little difference between herd behavior and herd mentality when it comes to Politics!!

The Herd Roundup!

Large numbers of cattle live in a semi-wilderness state on the open range (suburbia) and are left to graze, mostly untended, for much of the time. In many cases, different ranchers (elitists/government) have formed "associations" (Special Interests - both, Democratic/Republican)) and graze their cattle together on the same range (Liberal Colleges/Universities). In order to later determine the "ownership" of these animals, they are marked with a distinctive brand (Social Security Number), applied usually while the cattle are still young calves. The primary cattle breed seen on the open range is the Caucasian Peon, descended from the original European Caucasian Peon imported in the 16th century, though other breeds of cattle were also imported, including the more hardier African Conscript (Slaves), Hispanic Illegals (undocumented workers? - mainly Mexican) and Asian breeds to increase profits (votes/taxes)!

In order to find young calves for branding (brainwashing), and to sort out mature (Middle Class) animals intended for market, ranchers hold a roundup, every year during April. A roundup requires a number of specialized skills on the part of Progressive cowboys (Elitists/Politicians) and horses (Biased Media). Individuals who separate tax paying cattle from the herd require the highest level of skill and ride specially trained "cutting" horses (Biased Media), trained to follow the movements of cattle, capable of stopping and turning faster than other horses (Unbiased Media). Once the cattle are sorted, most cowboys are required to rope young calves and restrain them to be branded and (in the case of some male calves) castrated. Often it is also necessary to restrain older cattle, who have out lived their usefulness (reaching Social Security age) and have become a burden on the ranchers and no longer are profitable. These older cattle are eventually driven to glue factories!

A large number of horses (Biased Media) are needed for a roundup. Each cowboy requires several fresh horses (Media Outlets) in the course of a day's work. Horses themselves are also rounded up. It is common practice for young foals to be born of tame (brainwashed) mares, but allowed to grow up "wild" in a semi-wilderness state on the open range. There are also "uncompromising" herds, often known as Mustangs (Grass root Movements). Both types are rounded up, and the animals tamed (brainwashed), a process called horse breaking, or "bronco-busting", usually performed by Progressive cowboys who specialize in manipulating horses. In some cases, extremely brutal methods are used to tame horses, and such animals tended to never be completely reliable (Tea Party). However, the cowboys became aware of the need to treat animals in a more progressive (Manipulating) fashion and modified their horse training methods (Adjusted Marxist Socialism), often re-learning techniques used by their predecessors, particularly those of the Marxist Socialist tradition. Horses trained in this altered progressive fashion are more reliable and useful for a wider variety of tasks; such as, herding the cattle into an urban environment until they are ready for the "Slaughter House".

The cattle are contented as long as the ranchers furnish them their every need!

For those of you that are concerned about future (programmed) tax paying cattle - Let not your insignificant heart be troubled - They will be created, with altered genes, by artificial means in a Laboratory!

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Swampyville’s - From the Swampyville Gazette: “I heard the Robin sing”!

From the Swampyville Gazette!

Martin Luther King Jr. Day!

I Heard the Robin Sing! by Optimistic Oriole!

When I was the innocent one, One morning in early spring; No thought of true reason, I heard the Robin sing;

He sang his sweet song of life, Of hope, faith, and charity; He sang of his everlasting wish, For a World in perfect harmony;

He sang his precious song, For conflict to never start; Then came the makers of hate, And tore all his dreams apart;

Like a forgotten soul, Forlorn in a castle keep; In the darkness of night, I heard the Robin weep;

We did not get there with you,
But, you paved the way with care; One day we will cross that Mountain, And find you abiding there;

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Swampyville’s - News release from the Swampyville Gazette, “Paid Pipers of Washington”

News Release from the Swampyville Gazette:

The Swampyville Romper Rats have released a new single record called "Paid Pipers of Washington". They are scheduled to sing this song at a joint session of Congress next year!

Paid Pipers of Washington! By Anonymous

Hey! Duped With you questioning all that's new Hey! Duped Always contemplating What to do And your afraid of being screwed Can't you see That we are there for you, ....So follow we

Chorus!

Come on, Duped Follow we We're the Paid Pipers Can't you see We're the Paid Pipers And we'll show that you can be had Come on, Duped Can't you see we're the Paid Pipers Trust in we We're the Paid Pipers And we'll show that you can be had

Hey! Duped Don't you make a wrong move Hey! Duped What are you trying to prove Because it just ain't true That we are manipulating you It's all in your mind So to save us some time ....You'd better get in line

Chorus!

Come on, Duped Follow we We're the Paid Pipers Can't you see We're the Paid Pipers And we'll show that you can be had Come on, Duped Can't you see we're the Paid Pipers Trust in we We're the Paid Pipers And we'll show that you can be had

Hey! Duped We will give you a big lift Hey! Duped while we throw You from the cliff Yours, is not to reason why But yours, is to do and die ....So that we can fly

Chorus!

Come on, Duped Follow we We're the Paid Pipers Can't you see We're the Paid Pipers And we'll show that you can be had Come on, Duped Can't you see We're the Paid Pipers Trust in we We're the Paid Pipers And we'll show that you can be had

(Based on Crispian St. Peters 1966 song "The Pied Piper", written by Steve Duboff and Artie Kornfeld)

MY NUMBER ONE NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION: I AIN'T GOING TO AIN'T, I'M GOING TO CONTINUE, CONTINUING!

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Swampyville’s - The Season of Reason!

The Season of Reason! By L. Don Oliver

Tis the season for individual reason, To each their own acccord; I choose to celebrate the occasion, Of the birth of my Lord;

Tis the season that belongs to everyone, No matter who they may be; It's the season that gladdens every soul, From the worries that they perceive;

Too often it's used for politics, Others will use it to digress; Upon this season of joy and happiness, That the secularists wish to repress;

Trying to alter my belief system, Has been their effort from the start, They can attempt to change my mind, But they will never change my heart;

Upon this Season of Reason, Let love be our Waterfall; Peace on Earth, Goodwill to everyone, And a "Merry Christmas" to all;

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Swampyville’s - “In My Life”!

From the song "In My Life" by the Beatles! I hope John, Paul, George and Ringo will forgive me for changing some of the words to THEIR song!

IN REMEMBERANCE OF THOSE WHO LOST THEIR LIVES ON DECEMBER 14, 2012 IN NEWTOWN, CT!

There are places I remember, All my life, though some have changed; Some forever, not for better, Some have gone and some remain;

All these places had their moments, With loved ones and friends I can recall; Some have left and some are remaining, In my life, I've loved them all;

But of all these loved ones and friends, There is no one that compares with you; And your memory won't lose its meaning, When I think of something new;

Though I know I will never lose affection, For people and things that have gone before; I will often stop and think about them, But in my life, I will love you more;

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Swampyville’s - The Holyday Tree!

I wish you a happy Holyday, I wish you a happy Holyday, I wish you a happy Holyday, and a Merry New Year;

Definition of Holy: "Worthy of absolute devotion"!

LET THE SECULARISTS AND THE ATHEISTS CALL IT THE "HOL(I)DAY SEASON" AND I WILL CONTINUE TO CALL IT THE "HOL(Y)DAY SEASON"!

The Holyday (Cristmas) Tree! By L. Don Oliver

Nineteen hundred and forty six, In the year of our Lord, To purchase a great northern pine, Our family could ill afford;

Our parents blaming no one, For our increasing Spartan lot; Saying a prayer of gratitude, for everything we've got;

It was after thanksgiving, Daddy and I went into the woods; To find the best southern pine, Anticipation described our moods;

Finding the best tree there, Daddy cut it at it's base; Saying, "Thank you, Oh! Lord", "For your infinite redeeming grace";

The scrawny tree standing forlorn, In the corner of our vacant living room, It's limbs outstretched and begging; Only added more to our present gloom;

When Mama gazed upon it, A tear came to her eye; Saying, "It can only get better", "That is, if we only try";

Alas, the times were tough, Our budget was extremely tight; Few extras that we could buy, Even a string of Holyday (Christmas) lights;

Many strands of colored paper, Cut and pasted into rings; They were entwined together, And wrapped around the wings;

Several strings of popcorn strung, Painted pine cones tied around; Adding to the Holyday (Christmas) Tree, All the what-nots to be found;

Red, White, Blue crochet doilies, Some crocheted with all three; Lovingly placed in strategic spots, All around the Holyday (Christmas) Tree;

Many multi-colored cloth remnants, cut into various strands; All tied to the tree limbs, Where bare needles demand;

Thin strips from an old white sheet, Icicles they were to be; Candy canes hung with care, All around the Holyday (Christmas) Tree;

When some candy canes went missing, The tree looked so forlorn; Mama would replace them all, On each and every morn;

A single crocheted Angel, Crocheted for everyone to see; Crocheted by Mama's loving hands, And placed on top of the tree;

Scenes with reverent views, All colored in crayon shades; Standing there we all gazed at; The transformation we had made;

Mama adjusted the Holyday (Christmas) Tree, Until it was standing right; Daddy played his worn guitar, And we all sang "Silent Night";

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Swampyville’s - Barry and Mitt went a Courting!

Swampyville's - You're the Poet!

Fill in the below banks with the following words or use your own words.

Be, be, before, door, door, knee, knee, me, ride, ride, side, side, spin, tree, wins, wins.

Barry and Mitt went a courting! By L. Don Oliver

Barry and Mitt went a courting they did _, Uh huh, uh huh, Barry and Mitt went a courting they did , Corrupted politicians/officials by their ___, Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh;

They rode up to a voter's _, Uh huh, Uh huh, They rode up to a voter's , Can't remember if they been there _, Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh;

They sat the voter upon their _, Uh huh, uh huh, They sat the voter upon their , I'm the lesser of the two evils, so vote for _, Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh;

It dosen't matter which one _, Uh huh, uh huh, It dosen't matter which one , All their promises they'll continue to ___, Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh;

Where will this Country's funeral , Uh huh, uh huh, Where will this Country's funeral , Way down yonder under the Progressive __, Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh;

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When Truth Dies! By L. Don Oliver

I can feel it, But, I can't see it, But, I know its there; Among the gathering dust, There in a pile of rust, Saying to all, beware;

Counting stars in the sky, That often run and hide, From reality's awaiting fate; Compromising the guise, Of those Who were not wise, And filling them with hate;

The Cabals of Glut, They're prone to strut, Displaying their ill gotten gain; The truth that they deceive, Trying to make us believe, It was Abel who slew Cain;

When the real truth dies, By propagandized lies, The people feel the pain; The children that were born, Who were too eagerly scorned, Their trust was all in vain;

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