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Author Name: FreeHcivolmra 3 Comments
Date Added: February 22, 2012 18:02:11 Average Score: (Needs 1)
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Fluent Gibberish
jumping up and down
to dance like a chicken,
I grin like a fool
in flamboyant gem-toned silk,
watching for the sad face to smile.
 
speaking fluent gibberish,
I stand on my head
with a mischievious smile
waiting for the sad voice to laugh.
 
cashinnating madly,
people stop to stare
at the wacky guy
in the deranged clothes
performing idiosyncratic pantomimes,
Simply to make a friend smile.
Author's Notes:
How many times have I done just that?
too many it seems, it just doesn't make people smile anymore.
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Comment By: FreeAlistair Muir on February 23, 2012 12:56:01 AM Report
It would make me smile and your words have done just that so I thank you



Al

Comment By: Freee. Gene Myers on February 22, 2012 09:01:53 PM Report
Are you one of those???  Those being the people who can sound like they are talking, but are using nothing but gibberish?  I love it.  A friend in the Army used to do that in bars.  People would listen to what he was saying as though they understood exactly what it was.  He was saying nothing, but they wouldn't admit they hadn't a clue what it was.  They'd rather go on pretending.  All the time we could see them struggling to hear, but they never did figure it out that he was saying NOTHING.
The smiles were on us.  The puzzled looks were on their's.

Great that the skill hasn't vanished.

Gene

Comment By: FreeFirestone Feinberg on February 22, 2012 08:04:02 PM Report
Maybe they see the beauty that lies beneath the clown...  If not, they can't see anything...




 


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