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 Family is an important part of our life Everyone should make note and be aware For they will help you get through your strife And make your... [read more] |
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It's late at night and I lay in the dark Thinking about all things that are just a bit scary Witches and spells and ghouls on a lark And big... [read more] |
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The smell of spring is in the early morning air The birds are singing, winter has finally move on I wake in the morning with nothing to desp... [read more] |
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I look in the mirror and see a face Of a man that I hope I know I like to think he doesn't take up space And each day will in some way grow... [read more] |
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The ice glistens off of the branches that are bare Making the winter trees appear like priceless jewels My breath turns to frost in the col... [read more] |
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I wake each morning to a sunlit room And feel blessed with what life has to give The glow fills my soul in a golden plume Which makes me ref... [read more] |
 The sea’s an unforgiving miss, and a sinking ship’s her prize, when gale winds swamp a sailors soul, to smother drowning cries. The rays of... [read more] |
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Regretfully we watch the year decline Uncertain of a future yet untold While greeting New Year singing Auld Lang Syne Admittedly we can’t f... [read more] |
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I search for words of consequence, that carry weight, and have some sense, but sometimes write indifferent trash, preposterous chatter, bald... [read more] |
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A long aimless walk, on a dark cheerless night, ‘neath dim fading stars and the moons watered light, leaves plumes of warm breath, in the da... [read more] |
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As long as you’re with me tonight, you’ve no need to dream of tomorrow. As long as my arms hold you tight, you’ll never contend with loves’... [read more] |
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I walk with you hand in hand on an imaginary path in my mind. Leading us to a mystical spot on a fantasy journey, fingers entwined. Wanderi... [read more] |
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She tiptoes softly ‘cross a dream, in search of passion’s way, turns pirouettes within the soul, a graceful love’s ballet. O’ ballerina, da... [read more] |
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‘Twas a hot day in Texas, ‘bout ninety degrees, when I first saw the infamous Blackjack McGee. Now Jack was a grisly old son-of-a-bitch, was... [read more] |
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A desert’s heat can scorch your soul, and turn your flesh to dust, or drive a sane man crazed with greed, possessed by treasure’s lust. Old... [read more] |