There was a young lady called Grace
And she had a beautiful face
When she went for a run
In the park for some fun
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On Saturday we all baked bread,
Gracie and Maddy and me.
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'Do you think I should get a motor-bike? '
said Gracie to her Mum.
'Not this year, dear, ' her Mum replied,
'Some books might be more fun'
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To lie with you and love you
To caress you only
With my eyes
Whilst beside me,
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Passion not spent but changed now,
Into the gold of trust.
Moving together as one how,
True dancing partners must.
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Communication
To ring a friend we know is sad
To share good news when we are glad
These things we do without a thought
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His sleep had been deep and restful.
He awoke in the still, dark night.
All traces of fever had left him
And soon it would be light.
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Winter
Last night grey Winter made his first foray
And stole away kind Autumn’s russet cloak.
Where on the grass where tumbling leaves did play
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Tongue in cheek
My hands are red and chapped and sore
Because the winter wind doth blow.
My body, frozen to the core,
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