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Dream Big, Work Hard A dream is born a fragile thing, To nurture and to grow. A vision of what things might be, It’s possible you know. Hard work and drive and lots of faith, A willingness to learn. Stay true, hold fast, to your true wish, To that for which you yearn. There’s those…
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Tough Times. Sometimes our road in life is straight, Sometimes will twist and turn. Sometimes the seas are calm and flat, Sometimes a storm tossed churn. Whatever comes is what will be, Can’t change the shape of fate The only thing you can control, Is how you will relate. So think on this when troubles…
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A Joy Deferred Today the sun came out again, I always knew it would. The wind is cold but that’s okay, Spring’s on it’s way that’s good. Before too long the days will warm, The leaves once more appear. The birds return their lovely songs, Are what I long to hear. To feel the grass…
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Not What They Thought Beneath a cloudy midnight sky, A deeper sort of dark. Upon the air a cop’pry scent, Drifts slowly ‘cross the park. Through thinning clouds a wat’ry light, Sifts faintly through the trees. A shout, a shot, a bestial shape, Now topples to it’s knees. Not far away in these same woods,…
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What You Can’t See Good morning love the day begins, l see you there and smile. I’m so in love l cannot move, Just sit and stare a while. The sunlight turns your skin to gold, And I let out a sigh. Your beauty’s more than I can take, A tear comes to my eye.…
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White Weather Blues. Now spring is here and so I sit, And watch the falling snow. The robins sit upon my lawn, Shout every curse they know. l know the snow won’t stay this time, But still I’ve had enough. With every extra flake that falls, The more I hate that stuff. Tomorrow when I…
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Music Is… The notes and words go flowing by, Some let us ride along. And for a time, once in a while, We find a favourite song. But faithless hearts and fickle ears, All ensure that will change. They tempt us then and captivate, With tunes both new and strange. A beat that’s new, no…
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Overcoming The Noise. I cannot think, I cannot hear, The voices in my head. They try to speak and to be heard, Don’t know just what they said. There’s poetry that I can’t hear, It’s lost in all this noise. The words are lost beyond recall, l’ve lost so many joys. Voices within and more…
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