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"A Curious Mind"

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“My Can of Whoop-Ass!”

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I keep it in my cupboard,

Out of reach of any kids,

The kitchen‘s where I keep it,

Right where I keep my meds.

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Sometimes, when I go somewhere,

I put it in my pocket,

Just in case I have a need,

And not to cool my rocket!

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My Buddy, Ah,.. . My Pal,

No worries, nor even care,

My lucky charm, is with me,

No one would even dare.

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I never carry an opener,

The lid’s pull tab is a gas,

Like pulling a pin with teeth,

I open my can of Whoop-Ass!

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William Hancock © 2014′

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“William’s Window”

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Poem on Image:  placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2014′

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“Hello”

“Angry Johnny”

“White Rabbit”

“Super Dud!”

"William's Window"

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Super duper,
Is his name,
What a trooper,
All the same.

Super hero,
Flying high,
Striking zero,
Every time.

Wonder dude,
Some might say,
High on ludes,
Every day.

No more worries,
He don‘t care,
Never hurries,
Eyes a glare.

No story here,
Or life to tell,
Drinking beer,
And drugs to sell.

Friends all gone,
A family lost,
A switch left on,
What a cost.

It’s all a blur,
An empty hole,
Nothing’s sure,
Except your blow.

Remember this,
You super dud,
The life you missed,
. .. … …. ….. With a Thud!

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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Poem on Image:  placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2013′

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“The Pusherman”

"William's Window"

When I Was A Little Boy

When I was a little boy,
I couldn’t wait to be grown up.
No one telling me what to do,
And I could drive a real truck.

I wish that I was young again,
Now that I’ve grown older.
When I still believed in fairy tails,
Before life got so much colder.

No one ever prepares us,
For what truly lies ahead.
When those you love are gone,
And your all that’s left instead.

We spin, and we weave,
Like tomorrow will never come.
Never truly are we ready,
Not till all is said and done.

Our memories are all we have,
And photographs of the past.
The happy times, and the sad ones,
Finally realizing nothing lasts.

Yes, when I was a little boy,
I couldn’t wait to be grown up.
And living as a young man,
How could I have had such luck?

And now that I’m older,

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"William's Window"

Broken Dreams 1

A sliver of light,

From yonder room,

Comes from a window,

I must assume.

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Specks of dust,

On beams they slide,

Singing in glee,

Of days gone by.

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In shadows corner,

Are wandering souls,

Wooden tables,

And empty bowls.

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Once was night,

Consumed by day,

Vanishing dreams,

Just broken clay.

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Disdain memories,

Like mangled ropes,

Hanging on vines,

Of nowhere’s hopes.

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Endless sunshine,

Knocks the door,

Reflects the sadness,

And so much more.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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Poem on Image:  placed by; written by  William Hancock © 2015′

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