James Mond Poems

The night is finally over
The month will soon be October
North east wind makes days cold
Past experience makes us bold
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When we sweep the sky with a mob,
Let them call us absurd
With the blood on our fore toes
Would be a pleasant thing to go
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Sweet dreams when mom made me sleep
Nightmares when you made me sleep

Delicious rice when mom fed me
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The little bird rests on a twig
It shakes with an excitement
Excitement is stabilized in short time amidst
When relationship turns into open enlightenment
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