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Coffe House Talk by: Tim Reimer
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Clawson is a tiny town,
2.2 square miles around.
Nothing good ever takes place,
In this town's tiny space.
But Clawsonites have a lot of heart,
So much i dont know where to start.
Everyone has a lot of pride,
Unlike the bigger cities outside.
You pretty much know everyone's name,
The stands go crazy at the football game.
We have a big festival on the 4th of July,
Where fireworks are shot high into the sky.
So that is Clawson, where i reside,
I'm kind of glad it isn't very wide.
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The Pig
"Oink" is the noise i make,
Bathes i rarely ever take.
I love to eat leftover food,
It puts me in a joyous mood.
I have a pink curly tail,
If you pull it I will wail.
I love to roll in the mud,
My pink body covered in flub.
I am protective of my young,
and my whole pigpen smells of dung.
I am a pig, thats what i am,
But soon unfortunately i will be ham.
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As i walk through the blue doors,
My heart skips a beat.
I feel so out of place.
The new kid.
I wonder through the bright hallways,
As unfamiliar faces pass me by,
Staring as if i did something wrong by showing up.
I stop at my new lovker.
And try to remember those numbers.
I find my class and sit in the back.
Then, like music to my ears i heard one word.
"Hi." I knew i would be fine.
(FYI: that "hi" was from me!)
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Dogs
Dogs are cute,
Dogs are fun,
They love to play with sticks and run.
Dogs lay with you when you're sad,
And when they misbehave, its hard to stay mad.
They come in many sizes,
And breeds too,
I get mad when i step in poo.
Even though dogs chew and drool,
Dogs are man's best friends, dogs are cool.
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Graduation
Graduation, what a word,
It means the beginning of your life,
But also the end of one.
Leaving behind that familiar setting,
to the cruel reality called the world.
Friends say goodbye,
Hoping to see each other, but knowing that not true,
That thing you've been working for,
Is summed up in one piece of paper.
That stable home life you once had desappers in an instant.
Graduation, what a word.
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I hold the shiny metal in my hand,
Like i have so many other times.
As i bring it to my mouth,
I hope i dont make a mistake.
The air goes into the mouthpiece,
And beautiful music pours out of the bell.
The keys move rapidly,
As a song emerges into the air.
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and thats the end of Tim's Coffe House Talk.
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