eve Taylor

As the final curtain draws,

there will be no last call,
...

One day,

but probably not,
...

A quiet moment,

and a blank page,
...

I often steal away,

not from just others,
...

I love early spring,

she sings softly,
...

Bring on the spring,

rumble rumble,
...

I recall,

scenes of fall,
...

Sleeping beauties,

under cover,
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What of us,

can be defined?
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But what have you really done?

I raised a family,
...

Mystical is within

yourself
...

The big and small of it,

is no different than,
...

It's like standing on a curvature,

what seems to be,
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Today I am to speak to you,

about the continuity,
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Tree's and lawn's,

sometimes yellowy dry,
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Years ago,

I wound down,
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Of the teacup: With it's gilded ways,

and paisley pattern,
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Born into a cold,

cruel world,
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No matter what they say,

you can fall away,
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When I was little,

everyone,
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