Teren Brungardt Poems

She had eyes and hair
Of marshmallows browned,
Her face was lit with harmony
And she never frowned.
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Poetry comes as natural
As my agonizing emotion,
It can be gentle
Or be a commotion.
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Poetry
It is an emotional art,
It is of dream and nightmare
It comes from the heart.
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Roses are red
And violets are blue,
You've heard this all before
Now, haven't you?
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Who do we love
As we see how hard they try
Who do we feel we can run to
To hold as we cry?
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