Linda Winchell Poems

Got up at dawn, was five A.M.,
Now this was not my style.
Put on my shorts and running shoes,
Then went out and ran three miles!
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We dance to different music,
We sing songs' of our own choice.
We all have lived in different ways,
We all have a different voice.
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As I listen Indian flutes, warbleing out their tunes,
With a softness not a bird could sing, to the sun, stars' and moon.

Now filling my Spirit, with sounds of a distant past,
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Invited out to share the night
with some ladies from my church.
The theme of the dinner was down Mexico way
people all dressed with sombreros, ponchos and skirts.
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The true measurement of a friend
is in how far their friendship goes.
Willing to make you part of their everyday
if only to just call and say, 'Hello! '
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Is it because you've nothing better to say?
that you use horrible four letter words?
Or has it become a habit with you?
I find all of them offensive and absurd!
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For years I wandered helplessly bound
untill one day a son in you I'd found.

Although our miles be far apart
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Without rhyme there would be no reason,
Without time there would be no season.

Without hate there would be no love
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Punch my ticket will you please?
I want to get these wheels moving, I just need to leave!

Take a chunk out of this ticket
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There is a love worth finding
but some haven't found it yet.
They may have had it in their sights
but wasn't willing to place a bet.
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