Claude H Oliver II Poems

There they are
Bringing, giving, sharing
Soothing, healing, warming
The hands that cradle my face
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Hello, what’s your name?
John Doe.
How can I help you?
I called to make a status change.
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b. and d.


We all live our lives between b. and d.
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My love is not perfect.
It does not flawlessly sail the seven seas
It clears no mount in single bound
No epic stuff this
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When we say Thanksgiving
We say we are giving thanks
But whom do we thank for giving
Do we thank the turkey who gave his life
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She says she loves you
She says she cares
Her warm and tender embrace
Causes your blood to race
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She greets me every morning
She daily soothes my inner pain
She guides my sails each day
She goes to bed with me every night
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Through thick, through thin
Day out, day in
You've been my Valentine
On my back, on my feet
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A street hill steep and gently curved
Begging to be ascended by my two-wheeler
Not walked up but climbed by pedaling
A winding slow ride to the top
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One arm bandit, spinning wheel
Cleaner of purses and wallets
Flashing lights, hungry machines
With many growling stomachs
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