Leslie Guylee Cron

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No one knows why the warm wind blows, verily a soul knows why the warm winds resides in the cold Alaska hemisphere.
Go wind explore the coasts of the Californian shores under the dark moon; into the northern hemisphere, into the blue ice bergs gaps.
From there will flow a steady stream, so sweet, so vicious!
Go green, go green they circulate for the future is forever to remain.
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It's hard to change sometimes.
Somethings are easy to let go, others are hard.
You know you need to quit, but you still want it!
Your scared of what you will do.
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Never again will you hurt me.
Because you lost my trust.
Never again will I believe you,
Because you broke my faith!
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Ever seeking, never keeping things that sparkle.
But always wondering, if someday we just might shine.
Little ones full of fun,
bigger ones full of spark!
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To be loved you have to Love,
to be forgiven, you have to forgive.
To be help you have to reach out.
To be rejected is being lost.
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Let me introduce a interminable friend, the name is Winston.
The use is really quiet simple, but not.
The options are unlimited for Winston.
So let us find a snuggery and snuggle up, while I explain Winston to you.
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I'm a soft as a Marten and as ready as a Robin.
How can the gypsy in me tame the cold ice waters of the Arctic?
Maybe this marriage of nature and soul really will prove that peace, charity, and love, will remain on earth and last a lifetime.
The greatest of all fortune!
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They try to tell me you don't love me, but you do.
You don't know what heaven is like, to me it is like this.
The gates opening are like your arms of steel, and the path
leads only to happiness in your arms.
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I will make the most of the penny.
To fill the most hearts I can with joy.
For this is the season, the season with a true meaning.
And place at the top of the tree will be a true star and under the tree will be the greatest gift of all: Love
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I've seen many of beautiful sights.
Colors so vast in fields of green, purple, pinks, yellows, and blues.
I wonder why that butterfly glides thru the sky of blues and whites. Or why that tree sways with brown and grays with spatters of greens.
As I walk down my path of this universe.
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Creepy crawlers, within a witches light, it's a cold night dawning.
Herbal remedies a yawning in a new day dawning, within a witches light.
They will fly to the moon under the starry nights!
Pondering their will upon the darken night.
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Nothing matters except the realistic view that 'Love is nothing but hurt in disguise.'
And all the time in eternity couldn't heal the love she felt!

Hurt+Love+Hurt=Love
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What is today?
Is the reason so missing, so miss understood, beyond all of humanity reasoning, void of reality, void of unity,
A ungodly ungracious prurient stillborn society!
Can someone please tell me?
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Does a man run his household?
Yes, I believe so!
Or should we say?
Does he run his land, this I believe makes him a land holder.
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Someday we shall see, someday we shall be, someday we will cease to be.
As the Spring looks to the Autumn, we'll look to the sphere of golden amber.
And all will have fallen as a leaf from a tree.
As branches cry out from the trees, *Who Can It Be*.
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A million years have went and come!
So many questions left unearth and all the visions left unclaimed.
How can we even bring a claim against this Christianity!
We don't, don't ask me why!
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18.

Why do people hate?
Why do they kill?
Why do they want, what the know they don't need?
Why do the hurt others?
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19.

Everyone has one,
Good or bad!
You put up with it, or you just leave it.
Though all the pain, and sorrow it brings you can make it.
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Some are good.
Some are bad.
Every one needs one,
Young or old.
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Leslie Guylee Cron Biography

I was born in Colorado, however, my family did not stay except for two weeks. They moved to Kansas that is where I was mainly raised. I have three children and three grandchildren. I started writing poems many years ago! I have one published, My poems are base on a Witch named Mischievous! She is my spirit guide. Some might see her as 'Mother Which' to me she is a Gypsy Witch. I guess she appears this way to me, cause, I am very much delighted by the Gypsy era. Being a sensitive with the ability of pen. My enlightenment has always came by literature, however, my ability was awaken to a higher level. Believers of the third eye or even some religions will know what I mean by awaking. Mischievous *Might I add* dances with the Angels, all the Angels: Very special entity indeed! I address all my Poems to Love. Who is love? The *Divine* of course! Who is the *Divine*? It depends on your religion or faith. That is your choice in life.

Thank You!
From: Mischievous and Leslie

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*xv* - To Love

No one knows why the warm wind blows, verily a soul knows why the warm winds resides in the cold Alaska hemisphere.
Go wind explore the coasts of the Californian shores under the dark moon; into the northern hemisphere, into the blue ice bergs gaps.
From there will flow a steady stream, so sweet, so vicious!
Go green, go green they circulate for the future is forever to remain.
Hurry! now and don't even hesitate, this earth is yours and yours to stay.
So much to visualize, so much to mend, undoubtedly a rebirth of
spring is nearby.
All things new, all things beautiful, absolutely a utopia to scrutinize.
Soon you'll say live, laugh, and love.
I will say my farewells and watch down from above, as children plays and I will smile as I herald to all.
There is a better way to play, play to stay, play for us the ones who went before, play for the forests, the lands, and joyous shores.
And be sure to smile, for your promise land is at last here.

Mischievous

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