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 Title   [ Click any title below to view poem ]Category Date
 Smooth Operator Love 8/19/2017
 Rap Is Where It's At Love 8/19/2017
 Never Do Enough Love 8/19/2017
 Spin Master Love 8/19/2017
 Rain Love 8/18/2017
 I'll Rise Love 8/18/2017
 Some Say Love Congratulations 8/18/2017
 The World Turns Love 8/18/2017
 Begin The Begun Love 8/18/2017
 A Reason To Believe Love 8/17/2017
 Stones Birthdays 8/17/2017
 I Digress Love 8/17/2017
 The Merchant Handbook Love 8/17/2017
 All Fall Short Love 8/17/2017
 Let's Do Our Part In Society Love 8/16/2017
 Deeper Then Monet Congratulations 8/15/2017
 Let's Give A Party Love 8/15/2017
 Pretty Pictures Pretty Ribbons And You Congratulations 8/15/2017
 What Hump Trump Love 8/14/2017
 Rap from The Heart Love 8/13/2017
 Raise The Roof Dedications 8/13/2017
 Mind Control Love 8/12/2017
 Stevie B Love 8/12/2017
 Woods And Trees Love 8/12/2017
 The Mountain's Love Love 8/12/2017
 Together Forever Love 8/11/2017
 Stop The Hate Love 8/10/2017
 Life's Time Love 8/10/2017
 In Light Of Hope Love 8/9/2017
 Love Love 8/8/2017
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Smooth Operator


it was late in the evening & on the street
had my body kit waxed on my Camry
fenders had a slasp of silver so did the rims
stero was blasting to my favorite song
Like Michael Jackson & Stevie B
rolled into my neighborhood bar many looked out at my car
I was fixing to put one on slamming back drinks until I couldn't even think
out in the back was the girl of my dreams named Sara
I smiled in her direction needing some sweet affection
much to my surprise she had a bun in the oven from her secong cousin
was it any wonder i had too much time on my hands
Still I made a play for sweet Sara
she was so very nervous i could hear it in her voice
but it was my choice to dance with her in the middle
perhaps i was playing second fiddle or loosing the ball in a dribble
that's why they call me the smooth operator today
I used my many talents that God gave me
but I was a dear gentleman to Sara and raised her baby as our own
took a chance in the dark in that i lit the spark to what i was waiting for
although the many years have passed still having every reason to grasp
how much a love can grow the strong beat of the tempo
in the way we should go
so today I still wax my Camry with every fiber in me
the times have changed but the love still grows
been knocked to the ground but my hope still shows
now every place that I go I'm known as the smooth operator
would you like another ice cream flavor
it's just sugar & spice with everything nice
once this life is through no second chance to roll twice

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