Practicing Poetess Poems

She'd probably be Daddy's girl
All smiles for you, as she jumped and twirled
Perhaps she'd even have your curls,
If she had lived.
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The wind and the rain
Seem never to end.
One brief day of sunshine,
Then, they're back again.
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Would you breathe into this tube?
The policeman asked the man
Who'd been weaving in the traffic,
Causing many traffic jams.
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Mum used to be her hero,
The person she most admired.
To grow up to be just like Mum
Was all her girl desired.
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When darkness is plentiful,
Or pain is abundant,
It seems hope is silent
As you soldier on.
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Friendship and Love,
Both alike in some ways.
Their similarities
Simply amaze.
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You're reaching for a ghost from the past,
Who is gone
Dancing with shadows,
While you're all alone.
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Should you let the man lead
If you dance, but he doesn't?
If he has two left feet,
Fred Astaire, he sure wasn't?
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This is an incomplete poem I began at the tender young age of 20 years, in the midst of angst-ridden youth. (Fortunately, my thinking is different now!) Much of my poetry on this site is a mish-mosh from different time periods in my life. This particular one has forever remained a fragment - -to date- - hence, the title. I wondered what it would be like to allow our wonderful worldwide community of talented poets to have a go at completing this poor orphaned fragment. Let's see how we all do! My only 2 requests are:
1.) Please preserve the original rhyme scheme, and
2.) Please be nice!
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Jeremy often would daydream
Of going back in a time machine
Young widower, who'd lost his wife
Would wish to bring her back to life.
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