Jonathan Platt Poems

Walking the straight and narrow
Can be tough thing to manage.
Is it possible to get through life
And not suffer any Hell-damage?
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It's Her silk-fingered, soft caress
That touches our ever tenderness -
Transporting each sensation into bliss -
Then throws us from Her chamber.
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My soul was like a cloud ushered in by a breeze
Into a realm beyond the reach of mortal dreams,
Drifting upon the supple waves of tranquility
O'er dominions of beauty profuse and unbounded,
...

Turning sorrow
into
a smile
Can often
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