Atticus Mortimer Poems

a lullaby,
she hears it now,
as he holds her close,
deep inside his chest,
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Perfect,
rhyme,
keeping
time,
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Conquer,
loot,
pillage,
blaze through the trails,
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Ce' la vie,
as the French sometimes say,
and it's true,
this is Life,
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Two paths in the yellow woods,
said the Frosty poet should,
we travel the beaten road?
or shall we brave the lonely path?
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Freak, Weirdo, Nerd, and Ugly
these are just words,
aren't they?
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Begin,
sunrise,
the Start,
the dancers appear,
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Passion,
Our lives are ruled by it,
We obey it's heed and call,
It resides within us all,
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Pain strikes through,
like lightning on a dry tree,
igniting my nerve endings,
like a bonfire of intense feeling,
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