Ever good is God
Gladly has He guided
And guarded
Us unto another sparkling
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A poet is a prophet
In writing garb
And spirit
On crucial assignment
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Unencumbered world theirs is
Given just to the basics of life
Not bent on having theirs
With that which belongs to others
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Boisterous like a canary
Eager to please for gain
But not pleasing
At his cheerless performances
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Unending are life battles
Appointments dimmed so many
Expectations shattered uncountable
Insomnia and despair
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Have I gone crazy or what
But there is some symptom of craze
In every love
And that could be why sleep
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Though I may not sing you balmy blues
As melodiously
As Lionel Richie
But sonorously
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Brooks of innocent blood
shed in my country with impunity
have gathered to form a scarlet sea
after flowing hither and thither
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Who could be more comely than an angel
What could be sweeter than honey
What could be brighter than a tropical sun in a dry season noon
What could be fresher and fascinating than an invigorating new dawn
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I saw you soon after my birth
For your pleasant aroma saluted my nose
And cajoled my tender eyes to pop open
Before their season
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