Davis Williamson Poems

Wicked little bunnies
They sat in the corners
Watching as others dance
While trying to bite and claw
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Autumn at twilight
Seasons play out nature's way
Raining bright colors
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Velvet cloth unfolds
Brush strokes, brilliant morning hues
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I can't stop thinking about her
and I feel alone when we are apart
but I seem to feel worse
after we have talked to each other
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