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dear me it’s a deer
apples abound on the ground
drunken stag staggers
i creep up with a dagger
eat venison for a year
Hello in there
Are we a pair?
Please let me know
Please let me see
Yesterday is with us today
baby face smiling
puppies with fast wagging tails
greetings at our home
I look up and see
What the sky has always sent
Sun and rain with love
A warmed-up day that feels good
Rain comes then everything grows
Babies make me smile
no matter what the kind
I love to see them laugh
at the new things that they find
My lips are bound to curl
at bouncy, blonded hair
dandelions tied with ribbons
petals blowing in the air
Or maybe puppy-dogs
I like the old ones too
I just can't decide
The [ONE] I want,or two?
Smiles are free, let's give them away
I've got a few for you
I'll bet you've got some spare ones
If not , there's always new
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In every struggle, there's a hidden strength,
A testament to our will, to go any length.
For it's not the change, but the hate, that makes us wise,
In the heart of the struggle, our true self lies.
But how do I know the right from wrong
reality changes and I don't feel as strong
People get older
The world getting colder
In the heart of the struggle,
Only the world seems to lie.
My favorite book sits in the middle of my book shelf
I finished it the other week, but something doesn't feel the same
I go back and re read my favorite chapters sometimes when i miss it
Maybe one day I'll pick up a different book and discover the beauty of it
But i don't think i am ready to let go of the beauty of this one
I still read this book, even though i know the ending will stay the same
I still read those chapters
OUR chapters
I’m greeted by my faithful chair
With its leather arms, wide open
I awaken the kettle, to get myself settled
Fetch a book, and ignite the fire
I dare to intrude, on my puppy dog’s snooze
And am gifted a look that is joy
Nestled up on his bed, not a care in the world
We savour the peace, as he lays with his toy
The fire’s desire, to amuse and distract
Is apparent to all in the room
It embraces the faces, from the dog to the clock
That are gripped by the power it has
I hope you wonder
If I'm thinking of you
I'll bet you're thinking
I've got nothing to do
But boy, just hold on
I've got a newsflash
You're not in my head
I can't feel the backlash
I hope you're home alone
Thinking of the situation
But I'm not here to fight
Or start an altercation
And I ripped that picture
Tore it down the middle
I feel like Rome is burning
I'm Nero playing the fiddle
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