Steve Howard

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Comes the morning, thrush will call,
from brambled hedge, or garden wall.
Sing he must, and sing he will,
though even to a silent hill.
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Leave back, leave back,
the meadow land,
where flowers come to grow.
To look upon a darker place,
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My heart has made a garden,
where the thorn falls away from the rose.
Where every flower has your face,
the only flower that grows.
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Off to the museum of art we go,
with she in front and me in tow.
Absorb some culture, see the show!
She stands before some framed mish mash,
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The Whimsicle pickle,
was out for a stroll,
when he spied a fresh egg,
who was out for a roll.
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I think upon my now ex wife,
who was to me all joy in life.
Still her precious voice I hear,
"Would you like some coffee dear? ".
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There comes a time;
when the walls fall down.
We see age in the eyes of our friends.
We smile.
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If I must steer this ship alone,
the sea uncharted, ports unknown,
with no lighthouse on the headland,
to mark a dark unfriendly shore,
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Her name was Jenny Pickles,
and in the days of innocence,
she'd share her jelly sammiches,
and kiss me through the fence.
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Should tomorrow come,
come yea or nay,
I do not know, I cannot say.
That promise is not given,
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They cried, "You're covered with scars,
you poor pitiful thing.
What heartache and misery the memories must bring."
I said, "They're only just scars.
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I woke up this morning in Oz,
the Munchkins embroiled in a cause.
They cried, "All the people are free,
Except those who do not agree.
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My common sense is drifting,
on a sea that has no shore.
And since I've never been there,
I don't go much anymore.
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When I feel a tad neglected,
as the unappreciated will,
I remind myself that I am me,
and give myself a thrill.
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Hurry hurry little child,
Summer's on it's way.
Through the tattered gown of April,
shows the brighter cloth of May.
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My teeth sleep in a water glass,
my hair is falling out,
I have an everlasting hemorrhoid,
the shingles and the gout.
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Send for me no flowers.
No flowers send for me.
Plant a lovely primrose.
Perhaps in fall a willow tree.
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