You are home son tired
You sprawl across,
fitting your legs out spread
sleep makes you less cross......
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THE GOOD LORD WROTE THE TALES
Aching heart stood wishing to journey
But practical difficulties
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The passing time's gentle fingers
Caressed my hurts to heal.....
Then the snow
OF brazen winter
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Waves of fortune hit the sandy shores
The foams of forth hit the lovers back
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The winds of August,
The dust of disgust
Dry lips in sand caked unjust!
This is summer for you; a must!
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Irony makes you the alibi of past wound........
Poetry makes the alibi of a deep love
Words written remain alibi for time tamed and bound
For the future's unshackled rocky alcove
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Hail the world I do
To with loving tolerance to en devour
Accept with devotion and passion to co-work
For a peaceful future to endure
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He stood there blocking vision
Her entire life; his to observe
Slowly, catching interest
And I guess you know the rest!
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Vines of the villages
Entwined with little thought
Created by visions of believers
In a little after thought;
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My left finger making discreet circles
In the palm of my other hand
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