Of all the things I could try
would be to fly, before I die
But not to fly with silver wings
...
Took an interesting walk today
and all the cars that passed my way
seemed to be so spotlessly clean
...
I know you all like being alive
It’s so fun being husbands and wives.
But that’s the crux of our problems
...
What does C-- have against me?
My first love is photography
But he doesn’t seem to approve
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When Cynlee looks in the mirror
She’ll see us all standing near her.
You’ve got to know we’re on your side.
...
Mother Nature would have fallen
if not for bees with their pollen
Not knowing their significance
...
I was stung when I heard the news
of dying bees, from our abuse
I find it hard to believe
...
Sten Olof and Anna Ohlsson
Who already have two grown sons
Gave birth to a sweet little girl.
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Cynlee, allow me just to say
to an artist, in every way,
and I’m not exaggerating,
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Poem To Birds
Of all the things I could try
would be to fly, before I die
But not to fly with silver wings
but using my very own things
like flying when asleep in bed
using no feathers nor wide webs.
Body rising up in the air
no falling, and without a care
such flying and feeling so free
just the way I'd like it to be
oh, ...to have been a flighty bird
dropping only pieces of turd
not having to make decisions
to dropp bombs of close precision
only the sound of human verse
shouting back a vehement curse
the only harm that poo could do
without spreading eternal doom
I never suffered being alone
through fields and valleys that I roamed
always the lovely song of birds
far beyond and close could be heard
You've been a tremendous delight
inspired my words to take flight
your wings and your colors so great
may your songs sooth our common fate
and to all those beautiful birds
I dedicate these last few words
I never cease to be amazed
how feathered wings move with such grace