Dead as a duck, how long dead is Dead as a duck? Such a
common phrase I thought. How many moons ago was that?
But my use of the words 'dead as a duck' and 'how many
moons ago' offend my grandmother, with raised eyebrows,
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A fathers pride and childs embrace,
So easy to see, just peek at my face.
The wisdom of youth, in passing time,
From succulent grape, to withering vine.
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One thing to strap on dynamite
In the town market acting cripple
But yet another, blowing me up
And trying to ride that last ripple
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Gale winds wreaking havoc
She cannot always be there for him-
To unlock the chain no easy task-
Although he spoke, he could not see
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Bumblebees
extracting nectar,
sweet and bitter,
from the center
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Whenever my father left that morning,
Thinking he might say goodbye,
Or have a good day
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In the folly and fantasy of youth,
Seeking out some unknown truth.
With whims of passion and desire,
Would build by night, my little fire.
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In the midst of the night,
Surrendered my fight.
Struggling through tears,
And times long gone by.
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If my prose,
Did not generate laughter.
Should a seed sown,
Not finally grow.
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