I want to walk on paths of old
where our dear Master walked
to feel the grass beneath my soles
and hear the truths he talked
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How soft and cooling are the drops
of summer rain upon my face
they gently toss my board straight locks
then tickle nose and cheeks embrace
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Too many troubles
too many tries
too many losses
too many lies
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Back in the days of books
When children sat in nooks
To learn of Mother Goose
And what was a caboose
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There is a distant mountain
Far from oft traveled roads
Some call it Chomolungma
A peak of unknown codes
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They scaled the peaks close to the sky
some never to descend
yet some returning to their homes
bore wounds that would not mend
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Born when the Sioux domain ran wide
A giant swatch across the plains
That hugged a mighty river East
Its Western border was Big Horn.
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My dainty French doll
Is not at all droll
With velvet and lace
She's all about grace
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Are secrets soon to be revealed
Old dreams and hopes at last explored
Or will your poems to silence yield
Unheard in two oh ten plus four?
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The metal filings of my mind
Shards piercing a long hidden mine
They stir up pools of brackish brine
And grind, and grind, and grind, and grind
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