Elizabeth Lindberg

I hope their are guitars in Heaven,
a flute or two would be ok,
this is my dream of Heaven,
Like Burger King,
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My eyes have looked upon a thing,
that took my breath away,
in the velvet blanket of the night,
a star came home to stay,
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Open door, breeze on my face,
I smell the rain, think of my friend,
He has passed, to another place,
His long struggle's reached it's end,
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A hairy man once roamed the earth,
a hairy thing, was he from birth,
the years would come, the years would go,
each year that passed, his hair would grow,
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A pearl of existence,
married to kindness,
eliminates blindness,
inspires trust,
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Tears are really jewels you know,
none of them go to waste,
they're collected by tear angels,
soon as they leave the face,
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The guy was just so snarly,
I took to him dislike,
the more that he was nasty,
the more my tongue would strike,
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Seasons of quiet despair,
uncertainty is part of life,
pain is a given, and loss while your livin,
and heartache that cuts like a knife,
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Quiet,
yet a cricket chirps,
one tiny violin,
to add music to my dancing thoughts,
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Luscious swirls of orange and Red,
Oh the passion and emotion! !
sultry blues, that blend the edge,
indication of devotion?
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He'd found some balls of clay,
and puzzled over them,
inside a beach-side cave,
that was small, dark, and dim,
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Once upon a time in
Ye old Ohio
(really Michigan, but go with me here)
lived a writer too dum to use her spell-check,
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Oh mon amour, taste me!
What delights mine are to give!
Of sight and taste, touch, and sound,
I have but one request,
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The winter of the heart,
seemingly cold and barren...
but it's only blanketed
against the cold brutal reality
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What's in a smile?
A thought worthwhile,
some pleasant memories,
a dash of charm,
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Trouble is a bubble
we escape the day we die,
it floats into the sky above
and makes an angel cry,
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The sea! The sea!
The witchy sea!
thou art called she,
the sea!
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Short my life is,
that's my fate,
I was made to decorate,
the world with grace,
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I am glad you're gone,
Stone across the water,
you have disappeared,
not much more then nothing,
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If a picture paints a thousand words
so does a single note,
tingling on the breeze of life,
the sound of love and hope,
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