Hm. Nes Poems

The problem with soccer is there are no time outs.
When my two-year-old pitches a fit,
throwing himself on the ground,
screaming and flailing all around,
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You knew to laugh
when trouble strangled joy.
You knew to forgive
when enemies threatened arrest.
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Who is this fool who rages
In the night amidst my daffodils,
As if he had the right to roam within?
Does he not care for breath so sweet,
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It's a crazy 'do' world with so much to do;
So get yourself busy and do it!
I ask who you are by: 'What is it you do? '
And what you do after you do it.
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A pebble rolled,
Rolled along the path,
Inadvertently kicked from its rest
By my shuffling by
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If benefits were always and plentiful
And I every trouble overcame
If honor and peace came rushing to me
But never disgrace to my name
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I eat the same ol' cereal for breakfast every day.
I drive the same ol' car to work and go the same ol' way.
I tell the same ol' jokes to all my same ol' - same ol' friends.
I watch the same ol' T.V. shows with new but same ol' spins.
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Always
in the back of my mind
the same song is playing:
'Will She Reach For Me? '
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Twenty-nine thousand four hundred seven sunsets
With one same sun on the one same sea.

In the early days by my mother’s side,
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Odin's saint in ides past tide,
Tans did don and tines atop,
Sped to sea- Iona's sand,
Tis a Dane's appointed spot.
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