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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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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