The trees have eyes
the wind sings a song
natures fury, men carry
where it doesn't belong.
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What's wrong with believing in Santa Clause?
Or other sweet dreams of childhood?
I think if more grown-ups still held out hope;
for all of us it would be good.
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Chaos and calamity
that’s what it is to me.
Headline news keeps talking of
Obama-care; does he?
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This style of poem, brings to mind,
a minuet.
Where Lord and Lady, you will find,
do pirouette.
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Beneath a vast and open sky
I sometimes look and wonder why,
we seldom take the time to see
how wondrous planet Earth can be.
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Someone explain it to me please,
this fascination with 'boobies.'
As girls display their purchased wares,
the male devotees offer stares.
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As a child, my school day's were laced with,
fond and sweet, memories,
School began an adventure, each year,
or at least, so it seemed to me,
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My friends are always questioning,
'How do you take what you endure? '
They say, ' It's like a sickness
for which there is no cure.'
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I entered the hospital waiting room
to find Carrie pacing the floor.
Reaching out with panic filled eyes
said, ”the doctors can do no more,
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As a Lady I love to feel
someones hands caress my back.
After all these years my hubby
has finally got the knack.
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