Philo Yan Poems

There was this guy named Cotton
His first name sounds like Rotten
He streaks and complaints
on the south side of Maine
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Beginning is ending
Ending is beginning
It ends at the end of times,
or when elephants turns pink
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Reading takes time
from cover to cover
Your book has chapters
is deep that makes one hover
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Life is sweet
Life is sad
Happiness bringer
Sadness linger
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She wants to hold his hand
She wants to feel his touch
His number one fan
She loves him so much
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Life of a consummate photographer
Longs for that magical day
to capture the illusive _Her_
tracking, happy and gay
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Don't be sad
Little angry cat
The world is too big
To be too angry at
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I am a baby Llama
My papa is a farmer
And I am a chronic hummer
Of course it's known as humming
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what we know now.
If only our views,
are not our cow.
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Late morning run, clear skies so bright
So get on up and spare a grin
With every rise, the dawn takes flight
The Sunday Train comes rolling in.......
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