Our children our lives
Lived with love and
Through the crises of
Two beings completing
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My mornings allow me
To clear my poor mind
Of yesterdays troubles
And leave them behind
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He was born not knowing
In the year of the cat
He should have been born
In the year of the rat
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She wore polar fleece leggings
To keep her legs warm
As she turned when she danced
Slightly bending her arm
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A tree grew in the yard
Its essence captivated me
The wonder was its caretaker
She planted flower around it
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Sometimes others’ lives get in ones way
Try as one may they refuse to sway
It seems that all one can do is pray
That the irritable ones go away
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A love called out
I heard its voice
Subdued it was
I had no choice
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My poetry is remiss
Like a stolen kiss
It fails to please
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