Grandpa green lived in a bean
his hair was black as cole.
He walked with a gimp and lazy arm
that looked stiff as a pole.
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How can I feel alone,
When so many are around.
How can I feel lost,
When sporadically I am found.
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Life is a wonderful thing,
But sometimes deals a blow.
Some will glide with little effort,
And some will actually know.
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I was told long ago.
By someone wise and old.
If you toss a little stone,
big ripples will unfold.
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They sat among saints
and all cried for lasting peace
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It's been said time and again
As well my memory knows.
The calm I keep, the fair I be
Is remanence of Jobe.
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Snow capped reaching out
Rocks tower in all angles
Valleys far below
Searching for renewed valor
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