Once you and I were young
Played in sand
Gains clogged and jammed
Big plastic wheels
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Fast cars sleek, sporty, black, red, silver, blue
Dart, streak, sizzle across a scorched highway
Road warrior grace maneuvers on cue
Relentlessly pursuing thrilling play
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The Christmas tree has dried to brittle green
Gifts are stacked within the bedroom closet
Santa’s visit costs more than children glean
Money runs free like water from faucet
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Sprouted green one morning in my garden
A sturdy leaf of green so young and strong
Struggling to emerge from gray darken den
She came above to sing her flower song
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Bearded, stooping man pushing a steel cart
I remember when you came to study
Taking the bus trying hard to be part
Of the college scene, your bag was muddy
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Ballet a formulaic, structured dance
Performed with pink, posed, pointed, precision
Historic display and filled with romance
My child’s delight recaptures my vision
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Furrowed brows
Touch lucite magnifiers
Tinted images litter landscapes
Crooked paths complicate convergence
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Delightfully strange, odd, misanthropic
Personalities create the artists
Discuss any literary topic
Tweed wearing cigar-smoking egotists
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Sun Moon and Stars glowingly levitate
High in God’s heaven while the pilgrims wait
For signs and prophecy to be fulfilled
For meaning and knowledge to be revealed
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Ride a painted pony with red rose wreath
Up toward dazzling mirror reflected lights
Down by golden lion with mane and teeth
Soar up toward the filagree, reach new heights
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