john (called jack) wren

It's a place where silence
has the loudest voice
from those who lie there
though not by choice
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Sweetest of Isles I look at thee
nestled in yonder turbulent sea
shining like diamonds every day
guarding the entrance of the bay
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Ribbon and tinsel, holly and berry
it's the festive season, time to make merry
there's cards and presents, snow on the ground
carols in church make an angelic sound.
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Wee sleek thrower of the soil
under the ground you're made to toil
on heaps of earth we see your stamp
on meadow and wood where're you camp
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Creeping merrily twix affable leaf
in search of her morning aperitif
this vision with the brightest of eye
smiles as she teases the Sun in the sky.
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Mrs Jenny Wren is a proud little Wren
dusting down cobwebs in her lovely new den
washing dirty leaves around her nest
cleaning every day, there's not a moments rest
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You have stolen my heart
and my thoughts have no place to hide
your beauty fills this empty cup
that never leaves my side
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She stood by the crackling fire
a blush lay on her cheek
it was nestled in perfection
and clouded in mystique
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I sent a kiss wrapped in a flower
by pixies in the still of night
picked from a secret bower
its golden petals held it tight
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The duster dances around the room
looking for dust to consume
dipping its hand on table and chair
in a cleaner than clean love affair
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There's nothing to beat
Biscuits and tea,
In a beautiful garden
Don't you agree?
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Fill my dream with bluebells
And I'll be happy and gay,
Then on my face you'll see a smile
When I awake in May.
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You wake before the
Warming sky,
So dreamers cannot
Hear you cry.
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Robed in a dapper jaunty coat
of quality black and white, this
splendid sight lights up the pond
when approaching it in flight.
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You who take drugs listen to me
Come and meet Him who'll set you free,
He has the power to clear your mind
And leave the terror of drugs behind.
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Brothers and sisters listen to my plan
Come and meet Jesus the Son of Man,
He will guide you with His light
Rave on my friend, enjoy the night.
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They stand on street corners
All innocent and cool,
With death in their pockets
Their nobodies fool.
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One, two, — three, four,
Someone's knocking at your door,
Five, six, — seven, eight,
Open it! Don't make Him wait
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He is the Maker of all Creation
My strength and my salvation,
He is my life my every thought
Who gives me help and support.
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They talk like Christians
All spiritual and good,
These Catholics and Protestants
Their lives soaked in blood.
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