Saint Eule Poems

There is a big crisis in the world today;
It is called mid life when your over fifty.
You pull a muscle trying to look young;
all the designer sportswear sure are nifty.
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Do more vitamins come from the sun
or the food that you eat.
I find that they come from the earth
and flow through your feet.
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If it were only a story but sad it is true,
Of a miserly man of whom I once knew.
His name was Francie in a big house on a hill he did live,
He sold papers on the street corner for the nickels we'd give.
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I just wanted to renew my driver license,
When the question was solemnly asked to me.
Would you like to donate your organs?
If they can be reused a parting gift to be.
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The wind blows softly between the reeds,
moving them in dance along;
The wind blows softly between the chimes;
playing them in merry song.
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He was a foot soldier, a spotter for the tank.
A road side bomb went unnoticed by the flank.
He never hesitated to put his rifle to the test.
His legs were soon gone even though he did his best.
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I really did not know the prophet Moses,
but would like to have met him.
I really did not know the prophet Jethro,
but would like to have met him.
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I would go to end of the world, for thee
Would give my last farthing, for thee
Go through time and see it unfold, for thee
To place my honor and passion aside, for thee
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He could have been a pitcher, if only he would ask.
But he played the catcher, the pads and ugly mask.
All the wild pitches that were thrown his way.
The bruises, busted knees on a hot summers day.
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