Andrea Pandas_Toy@msn.com Poems

Unwilling weapons once flew high up in our sky;
Joining the madmen and innocent slated to die.

Two runaway silver birds were altered by course
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Your ups, your downs... your in-betweens!
What is there - isn't always what it seems.

Your youth, your glory... your stature strong!
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Once upon a time, a special flower grew,
He was planted here for both me and you.

The cutest little bud to be seen by all
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Getting old and growing old are two very different things;
One tells of stolen tunes while another hears music and sings.

The older I get the more I see it is by choice not course;
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A Mother’s Chapter in Verse

It happened upon a Thanksgiving morn,
The tiny voice heard of a daughter born.
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One out of four is still left to be told,
Last but not least this cute little fold.

Smallest and longest her entry to earth,
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