I was never lonely with my brother,
He was my twin!
As one soul we would play,
With soil and also tins
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I see you, you little blemish
Clear and true upon my pane
I can almost taste your wish
Dear harbinger from heaven,
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This poem will not be written
Till someone gets killed
May be by it.
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Don’t go out in the rain!
My mama used to scold,
Lest you catch pneumonia
Or something worse
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A poet does not know depression
Only but cries when he sees a flower
You do not tell a hunchback to stoop,
That would be lowly,
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I dream of waking up in a log house in Alaska
Up in the mountains, and this morning I’ll
Walk outside and take it all in like a
New born.
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I see you, you little blemish
Clear and true upon my pane
I can almost taste your wish
Dear harbinger from heaven,
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I am on my way, going home
Away from the noise and congestion
Far from air pregnant with choking fumes
Where neighbours look at each other
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Don’t go out in the rain!
My mama used to scold
Lest you catch pneumonia
Or something worse
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We made our karts for races
when the season met us
It carried with us happiness’
that illuminated day
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