High rollers are people
who seem to get back
much more than the many
who run with the pack
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Whirring stirring yarns of old
woolen cloth more dear than gold
homespun stories spinning wheels
earthen bowls of ancient mold
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Thank you for the cowries
resting on the strand
and the timeless turtles
nesting on the sand
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When stressed and tense from striving
my shoulders rise in fear
as muscles knot and tighten
emotions in high gear
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Hark, my children harken, hear
church bells pealing far and near
Watch them stealing
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He sought but never found
he conquered and he tamed
a wilderness of beauty
a land of flowers named
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The goose would crackle in red heat
the oven lined with bricks
dried oranges and lemon zest
spiced up the stuffing mix
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It looked so spongy, soft and smooth
a gourmet would agree
this sweet delight from fudge and eggs
- a perfect cake indeed
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Where was I when it happened
when young stars chose to sing
and all the host of heaven
dwelt in eternal Spring
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The toys were in the drawer
all hid from nosy eyes
until that Yuletide evening
when elves in thin disguise
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