To see the good in everyone,
To welcome loss, though you wish you'd won.
to be touched each day by the rising sun,
And to see him off when the day is done.
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Once wrote a poem that was so bad,
Knew it as it set on paper.
I knew right away that it was dead,
No one would read it, even as a favor.
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What a waste of good Tequila,
Throwing up on potted plants.
Alacasias and bouganvillas,
And on Maui's Levi pants.
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Not even the playing of the National Anthem,
Could make Johnny stand at attention.
So he took a blue pill,
And oh my what a thrill,
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That all todays would stay away.
I wish tomorrows never came,
Just let things stay the same.
I wish all clocks ran backward,
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A rain pregnant cloud,
Slowly moving my way.
A mockingbird's song,
To start the day.
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Mojave sky, cerulean blue,
The unforgiving sun shines down.
The complete lack of morning dew,
Upon the sandy ground.
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Lantana smile, out in the wild,
How does your garden grow?
In purple, yellow, orange, and pink,
Pretty maids all in a row.
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People called Alex crazy, and he was kinda strange,
But just a bit funny, not really deranged.
They called him the Beeman, and he loved that name,
He went after Killer Bees, that was his fame.
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