Marshall N. Butler Poems

The ocean's beautiful waves we love to see
Roll unto beach and flow back to sea
When angry, the waves can be very high
Over the wharfs, trees and buildings to destroy
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He closed his eyes to make the room dark
But a dream brightened up room like a spark
Bringing back boyhood years he thought never to return
Showing him back at school, studying and other routines
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On an apple tree, full of blozzomz
A bee buzzed from one blozzom to another
To take in the zweet tazte of nectar
Then from the tree to the roze bushez
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