A feeling of warm significance
Runs through my body and soul
An Angel of such magnificence
Makes this shattered spirit whole.
...
White tufted evergreens and crystal trees
glisten along the cloudy horizon
White lawns, roofs spray a snowy breeze
As glazed streets issue traffic along.
...
I stand agasp
While love slips as fine white sand
between my fingers.
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I have a new instrument, all gleeming and oiled
So finely tuned, a wrong touch, tone is spoiled
But to hold with deftness and stroke with skill
Then music resounds across valley and hill
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The Raging Chippewa swells to rolling banks
As it rushes South, getting little thanks
From tree limbs softened by rain and snow,
Pulled off leaning trunks into iced water below.
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Oh and I miss you!
You’re so lovely
In spirit and form
That I live for you.
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There goes The Fan again
Could she stop?
Not on your chinny-chin-chin.
Her world is her apricot pie.
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Oatmeal, oatmeal, food that's not real!
Alas! Alas! It's only crushed grass!
Even with salt, sugar and butter,
And even with milk from the cow's udder
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As I watched the flower of her face,
Gorged by grass too tall,
Petal soft cheeks
against a hungry sky,
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