Riding in the car Riding in the car From here to there It isn't very far, but For him is rare Roll down the window Let the wind blow Such a nice breeze On to him it flows Nothing is the same Since he was a kid The scenery changed And also he did The roads are different Some now are new Buildings erected Older ones now few His childhood friends Now just a thought But he never did forget What each of them taught Secret places to hide To just get away Talking for hours Wasting away the day To have those days back And not have worries To again see his friends Of course he would hurry All of his memories Growing up with them They will never fade Each one is like a gem ©Schizology

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The trashcan in the kitchen (prompt from another app) The trashcan in the kitchen Has an important job to do Keeping messes in order And preventing odours too It sits quietly all the time Never complaining ever Is always available to use We must always remember It doesn't require payment It will never need to be fed Just calmly opens any time And it will never need a bed We neglect our trashcans We don't care too properly They exist to serves us well At least let us make it happy ©Schizology

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October 1st, 2023, 5:30 am I can hear the geese honking I can hear the crickets chirping I can hear some birds singing A can hear a car approaching I think the geese are happy I think the crickets are noisy I think the birds are hungry I think the car was a Chevy I hear a noise in the bushes I hope that it quickly passes I hope that it's not the foxes I hope it stays in the darkness I stood up and I went inside I stand here where I preside I look out to view with my eyes And all I see are house flies ©Schizology

Schizology

Riding in the car Riding in the car From here to there It isn't very far, but For him is rare Roll down the window Let the wind blow Such a nice breeze On to him it flows Nothing is the same Since he was a kid The scenery changed And also he did The roads are different Some now are new Buildings erected Older ones now few His childhood friends Now just a thought But he never did forget What each of them taught Secret places to hide To just get away Talking for hours Wasting away the day To have those days back And not have worries To again see his friends Of course he would hurry All of his memories Growing up with them They will never fade Each one is like a gem ©Schizology

Schizology

The trashcan in the kitchen (prompt from another app) The trashcan in the kitchen Has an important job to do Keeping messes in order And preventing odours too It sits quietly all the time Never complaining ever Is always available to use We must always remember It doesn't require payment It will never need to be fed Just calmly opens any time And it will never need a bed We neglect our trashcans We don't care too properly They exist to serves us well At least let us make it happy ©Schizology

Schizology

October 1st, 2023, 5:30 am I can hear the geese honking I can hear the crickets chirping I can hear some birds singing A can hear a car approaching I think the geese are happy I think the crickets are noisy I think the birds are hungry I think the car was a Chevy I hear a noise in the bushes I hope that it quickly passes I hope that it's not the foxes I hope it stays in the darkness I stood up and I went inside I stand here where I preside I look out to view with my eyes And all I see are house flies ©Schizology

Schizology