Lecie Bailey-Jackson

When a pupil unlearn a reflection of misconception
is like a brown pointed thorn
A known mental harm definitive with impulsiveness
takes over
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A story time Elf appear in my class
Yes, he wore a pretty good disguise!
He look just like- an ordinary boy
A pass in, say these words with joy
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I found some silver strands resting on my pillow
Old Mother time taunts me, like dreadful weeping willow
I found more silver long strands dancing on my shoulder
Yes, constant sad reminder; I'm much much older
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Half circles upper lips' on white blanket foliage, salty tear top cheeks
Peaceful silent nights ends after floating busy breaths, uttering unkindness
When love is made to be broken, an incomplete dream of unreal passion
Here comes broken shattering unconditional, thoughtless
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Lumber together with sturdy might
So roomy, a treasure fit for family joys
Yet graciously she stood a promising sight
Enough room for husband, wife, two girls, and two boys
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These unpredictable inclinations, must we try to cope.
Stop! Stop! your sadness, forsake us no more.
We call upon you our lady of great hope.
Please pull back your dark wavy hair.
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