A moment of pleasure caught,
to hopefully persist,
all moments of unhappiness,
to be overcome with this,
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Soft warm sand felt beneath my feet.
Summer days...lost to a comfortable heat.
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On The Farm there was an awful flutter,
when one night...the Chickens started to talk, and one even developed a stutter.
Awoken by this ever so strange noise,
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I am not a torn Rainbow... overcome with a droplet of fire,
neither am I smoke filled rooms of mystical thoughts,
all drenched in my own selfish desire.
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On the evening, of past Christmas Eve,
a family got a shock...when Santa Clause, wouldn't leave.
Drunk and abusive... he told them all,
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It hides from me,
where ever I may be.
Love has no face.
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The girl I love has gone away,
on my knees...I begged her to stay.
She was my love, the only one that was true,
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Over a Beer a Psychologist once told me...that there are only a few that he never understood,
and the worst out of the whole lot,
was that Little Miss Red Riding Hood.
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The cumbersome fool,
who staggers and all,
all the way of a stagger.
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Never had a call to hope im OK.
Never been asked... if I had a nice day.
And never given, a single chance to shine,
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