Leslie Guylee Cron Poems

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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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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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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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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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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You might hate them!
You might say you are not one.
But everyone messes up.
Its hard to say no, when you really want to.
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Most drink to find happiness.
I drink to forget.
To forget about the past, to forget whats on my mind!
To try and not worry, if only for awhile.
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