Do you love me?
Do you see eyes of diamonds when you look at me?
Do you feel me when the wind blows,
or want me when the rain touches your skin?
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We are simple folk, old and tired.
We weep none, and sing much.
That’s all we have,
now that’s the truth.
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I heard you were feeling poorly,
now that just won’t do.
A little bird also told me,
you won’t eat your chicken soup.
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Live (Acrostic)
Love this world and appreciate all the gifts of the Lord.
Interest yourself with HIs children at home and in far away places.
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The fat poet, who never shares,
how dare he keep the words of beauty,
stockpiled, hidden in a quiet corner.
Why, words such as these, must be
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Hailstones bounce on the vans rooftop.
Harsh, fierce, strong as if hurled by the Lord above.
Portraying his anger of those lacking spiritual love.
The Lord works in mysterious ways, of that I’m told.
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I’am a little mouse,
I run around Mikes house.
I know it really belongs to me,
cause I don’t need a key.
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Guess what, it’s hair-day O Lord, this week is over,
No more time to count beautiful four leaf clovers.
Perhaps Aunt Mar will initiate the dastardly deed,
Hugged unflinchingly between her legs, useless to plead..
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A country as rich as ours,
must stand guard as we pray.
For there are those who would love,
to take that freedom away.
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