Wakey-wakey from our beds,
thoughts of cookies in our heads.
Mom and Daddy's eyes are closed.
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I made a paper Valentine
all red and edged with lace.
And on my paper Valentine,
I drew a pretty face.
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An old man glances through a window
to one in the building below.
Through slats awry in seduction's haste,
candlelight strobes
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I know sometimes that clouds bring rain,
in wintertime it's snow,
and spring is good because it makes
the pretty flowers grow.
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In thinking on the matter,
feelings of lust and love
can’t originate in the heart.
A heart is merely a muscle.
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Gentle man, you hold me
like a treasured book
as if memorizing every line.
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I have a shadow hooked to me.
Sometimes he's big.
Sometimes he's small.
Sometimes he isn't there at all.
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Daddy planted grass seeds
and up popped new green grass.
When mommy planted flower seeds,
pretty flowers came up fast.
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Down inside this grownup
lives the child that used to be.
When I look in my mirror,
she stares right back at me.
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I love jelly beans,
all but the black ones, they’re yucky.
Red ones trade best.
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