Benjamin Lees Poems

Sing a song of forests,
Trees swishing in the breeze,
Jumping squirrels collecting nuts,
Pollinating bees.
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As Me and my family drove,
For miles and miles,
We soon heard a sound,
Of an old man,
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On a cold and snowy night,
I heard a loud BANG,
"What was that? " I asked myself full of terror,
It can't be thy mother as she isn't in the house.
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Over-morrow,
Thou shall meet,
Only to come not on feet,
Thou will listen to my beat,
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