Mary Gore Poems

This cold cold weather, bids me not
to energetic spree
I stand and shiver, wondering how
To warm that cold cold me
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Lord of the dance, you are indeed.
With wings of flight, you grace the stage.
So nimble so quick, so at ease.
A joy to watch, for you no cage.
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So young so beautiful, so refined
An innocent child, his life ahead
He see's not the future, he lives for the moment.
To him nothing is trouble, he knows not dread.
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