Spring
Life blossoms shedding care
Day’s grow longer, nights dear
Not too hot, not too cold
Perfect time, young or old
Summer
Always warm, always fun
Life outside in the sun
Day’s long, grass grows tall
Night’s breeze welcome by all
Autumn
Full of color, golden bed
On the ground, leaves shed
Getting shorter, day’s fair
Night’s crisp, chill in the air
Winter
World of white, weather bold
Day’s short, nights long and cold
Holidays, many friends
Bittersweet when it ends
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Autumnal paths shared
Golden leaf falls from above
Shared hearts fall in love
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Autumn’s upon us, nights grow long.
Days get shorter, our love grows strong.
Winter’s soon and with it the gloom.
But warmth we’ll share, forever to bloom.
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Another year of hot and cold.
School again and already old.
But Fall’s here, leaves cover the street.
Soon the costumes and trick or treat.
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This time a pirate, last a ghost.
Once a giant, liked that the most.
Some like witches, monsters and ghouls.
My Mom’s a queen, crowned in jewels.
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Dad stays home dressed as a grouch.
He opens the door and moves the couch,
watches the game and candy dish.
If no one comes he gets his wish.
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Porch lights fading, our end of scene.
Dreams are waiting, now’s in between.
Moon shadows dance with shapes unseen.
Good night, all, Happy Halloween!*
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Another year of hot and cold.
School again and already old.
But Fall’s here, leaves cover the street.
Soon the costumes and trick or treat.
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This time a pirate, last a ghost.
Once a giant, liked that the most.
Some like witches, monsters and ghouls.
My Mom’s a queen, crowned in jewels.
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Dad stays home dressed as a grouch.
He opens the door and moves the couch,
watches the game and candy dish.
If no one comes he gets his wish.
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Porch lights fading, our end of scene.
Dreams are waiting, now’s in between.
Moon shadows dance with shapes unseen.
Good night, all, Happy Halloween!*
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A big scary monster lives under my bed.
I never saw their body but maybe saw their head.
Every night they whisper when I try to sleep.
But when my mom comes in she doesn’t hear a peep.
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My dad moved my bed and even switched my room.
But it didn’t really matter, my nights still filled with gloom.
They brought me to a doctor to get my head checked out.
They said that they found nothing, but I still have my doubt.
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My sister teases me just like the kids at school.
She says that I’m a baby and being scared isn’t cool.
Every day on the bus the kids all laugh at my expense.
But I know I’m right and I think that they’re all dense.
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My teacher thinks I’m crazy and doesn’t talk to me.
She says that I’m disruptive and that school isn’t free.
The principal just smiles and asks “how’s my day?”
But when I try to tell her she always walks away.
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When the school bell rings I can’t wait to get outside.
But the bus’s always there and there’s nowhere I can hide.
It’s good the ride is short and soon it’ll be done.
My mom will be waiting and she’ll ask if I had fun.
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I’ll tell her no and that I had gotten teased.
She’ll make her twisty face and say that she’s not pleased.
I hold her hand tightly and we both walk back inside.
She’ll help me with my homework until my brain is fried.
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Then we share a snack before a visit from my friend.
We’ll talk a bunch till supper but then the fun will end.
I’m glad to have a friend who listens every day.
They hear the same old stories, even though they’d rather play.
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Next we eat our supper then I’ll suffer through a bath.
Bedtime must be coming soon and another night of wrath.
My door mostly closed and my nightlight’s set on high,
I rest with one eye open and watch the moon rise in the sky.
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When the moon got small my eyes began to close.
The monster then tried to eat me and it started with my toes.
But finally the nightmare is over and yes I was wrong.
There was no scary monster; it was just my cat all along.
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The moment is near, the fear’s begun.
My nerves are frazzled, I’m under the gun.
A routine surgery, or so they say,
I think I’ll try to enjoy this day.
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I woke up early to see the sun rise.
It could be the last to dazzle my eyes.
Crazy visions are filling my head.
It might be soon, I may be dead.
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But that’s just nonsense, I’ll do great.
It’s too early to be called late.
The sun’s now high, distractions ensue.
Halloween awaits and I’ve much to do.
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When apart, memories I find. Your portrait’s painted across my mind. A soundtrack plays, we dance slow. Visions rewind and forward we go. ~*~ SCK090718
Always Near
Sitting quiet with an empty mug of Dali handled haste
Recollections of past mistakes, lessons not to waste
Bottoms dry, sticky drop sides, lip prints beckon more
Pouring fast without a rinse, that always forgotten chore
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I pass the sink, I didn’t use, but visions tapped never forgotten
Fondly recalling a baby kitty, who with first glance I was smitten
She was a tiny ball of ebony fluff that strayed from her mother
Found sickly and shy at a shelter, unwanted by all other
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Crusty with kitty litter and boogies I tried to give her a bath
And with a flash and a roar I released a pound of wrath
Water splashed and dishes flew as did my favorite mug
Later to be dissected from a wet and soapy rug
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Pieced back askew with frustration, dust, fur and fuzz
Now forever immortalized, better than it was
The glue eventually dried as did a smelly kitty snoozing on my lap
It would come to be her favorite place for a cozy nap
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The mug still has some whiskers stuck in its bumpy glue
Though with each year passing it loses quite a few
Beloved kitty’s now passed after a long and happy stay
Leaving reminders of mistakes that came to be the better way
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Like the tasty sip’s that’s now savored from that Dali-handled mug
While quietly savoring kitty’s memory with every wobbly chug
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With the rain comes the sun,
for every hardship there is fun.
With the laughter there are tears,
every second shapes our years.
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With all the sorrow there is joy.
For every girl there’s a boy.
For every day there is night.
The choice is ours to see the light.
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Hearts beat while unaware.
Music’s made when two’s to share.
Harmony’s felt when both in sync.
And answers found when we think.
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Homeward bound, a cloudy sky an unfamiliar cobbled street
Silence surrounds the many blank faces guarded by rushing feet
Fading sunlight shaded a forgotten old brick doorway
When a sudden squall and bolt of light brightened that gloomy day
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A twist of fate, strangers meet to escape the pending drench
Glances are avoided, awkward silence used as defense
Then nervous words about weather answered with a smile
Glowing cheeks made me wish for the rain to stay awhile
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We shared stories of our lives, some laughs and some tears
Our hands shared pockets to ward off chill and our many fears
Time flew, the storm had passed yet we noticed none
Matted hair and soggy feet we splashed into the long set sun
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Awkward silence once again, I truly felt ashamed
Blissful hours past and we never shared our names
Blushing, I asked hers and she responded with mischief in her eyes
“I’d rather not tell you anymore for now, but ask again at sunrise”
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The sun rose on chilly toes long ago, never to forget –
It was a dark cobbled street where once strangers met
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Yesterday’s banked, tomorrow’s free.
Value’s relative but worth you’ll see.
Invest yourself and profits soar.
Share goodwill and you’ll get more.
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Money’s made and money’s lost.
The time that’s spent is the cost.
There are no rain checks or returns.
The change that’s kept is what one earns.
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Rich or poor, young or old,
forget the bull you’ve been sold.
I’m here to say, without a doubt;
love is what this life’s about.
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Birds are first to welcome the day.
Second’s the stable boy, warm in his hay,
next the rooster with a cockle-doodle–do.
The sun then knows it’s time to shine through.
The day’s now begun on this little village farm,
sounds are awakened, no need for alarm.
Chores are done first before breakfast’s had.
The boy gets scraps for which he’s glad.
He then fetches water to fill troughs high,
looking down he reflects on the sky.
The birds passing by all wave hello.
The boy too would like somewhere to go.
His only companions where pigs in the barn,
a colt in the stall and a blanket of yarn.
The pigs are noisy but warm at night.
The colt’s always worried something’s not right.
The boy and the colt are both small for their age.
The colt’s awkward stance was more prone for a stage.
The boy’s body covered in hair but none on his head.
His face more pale than a ghost long dead.
He was missing teeth, what’s left are brown.
When out to run errands he’d limp back from town.
He was bullied by piers, pitied by the rest,
that’s why the barn is where he liked best.
The barn’s on a farm the boy’s aunt owned.
The pigs are theirs but the rest boarded or loaned.
The crops all prospered by the boy’s hard work,
though all profits were spent on his cousin the jerk.
The jerk had a sister the boy thought faire,
as did all the mirrors where she did stare.
The boy’s aunt was mean and her husband’s a brute.
They all wore frowns but the dog was cute.
On the boy’s return to the barn for the night,
he was much surprised by a most curious sight.
Pigs were in a circle the colt standing tall.
The hens in the middle said nothing at all.
The lonely stable boy was their only concern.
So a plan was hatched for the love he earned.
The colt too had thoughts in his growing mind.
There’s something, somewhere he needs to find.
Then suddenly a change right before their eyes.
Within the hour the colt doubled in size.
The bumps on his shoulders grew larger too
As did his hooves, now too big for their shoe.
The discussion’s now over and all agreed.
The boy and the colt should both be freed.
Some details whispered and the time was set,
for a barnyard adventure to never forget.
The boy donned his blanket like superman’s cape,
then mounted the colt for their great escape.
First are hugs all around before they depart.
Then the barn doors cracked for the plan to start.
The hens muffled the rooster so time was bought.
The sheep flocked to the door as they were taught.
The ducks then quacked to cause a commotion.
And the brute awakened without a clue or a notion.
Pigs started oinking and the cows crashed the gate.
The little dog barked but it was too late.
The boy and colt ran fast past the posts,
waving goodbye to their ungracious hosts.
A tear was shed for the friends left behind.
But his blanket’s aroma would always remind.
The pair dashed down the lane by the hedge-row.
Then flew over the hills where the uncommon go.
In search of a world thought fantasy.
A place imagined by you and me.
A place where all’s different and the same,
where none is wrong or to blame.
This place called fantasy’s not make-believe.
It’s a place that’s real we feel and perceive.
As the pair now see how much they’ve grown.
They come into view of a sight unknown.
Not commonly known this uncommon sight,
there welcomed warmly in the setting sunlight.
The Uncommons filled their common and a party had.
There all are different and all are glad.
A one-legged sprinter hopped by to say hi,
as did the unicorn and an eagle with one eye.
A lady strolled over who walked on her hands.
Her arms so long they dragged in the sands.
Her daughter followed and sparks then flew.
The boy didn’t know that there could be two.
His Pegasus introduced with shakes all around.
Their hands all touching made a warm clapping sound.
Hugs soon followed and a tasty dinner had.
The boy almost forgot he was ever sad.
He cuddled a tiny kitten that roars really loud.
And played with two-legged puppies that only bowed.
There are two-headed snakes and a toothless beaver,
also the tail-less mouse from his aunt’s cleaver.
Here everyone’s loved and their love they share,
who wouldn’t love a giant dancing bear.
These commons are full of Uncommons galore.
Though anyone’s welcome, there’s room for more.
The boy’s party ran late and he rose with the sun.
Then all’s back to normal in a village uncommon.
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Summer’s soon over, vacation’s now past.
The first day of school was coming fast.
The twins: Jen and Ben can’t decide.
Jen wants to go but Ben wants to hide.
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Jen wants to learn and make new friends.
Ben wishes that the summer never ends.
They both agree they are getting older.
Ben’s a little wiser and Jen a bit bolder.
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Ben’s gotten bigger, Jen’s starting to read.
They race to the sandbox and Jen’s in the lead.
It’s the last weekend before school starts.
There they’ll learn letters, numbers and art.
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Ben likes to paint; Jen loves to drum.
She taps on her pail and Ben starts to hum.
Ben uses a stick to draw in the sand.
Jen gets a shovel and gives Ben a hand.
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Mom brings out lunch for them to share.
She talks about school, but Ben doesn’t care.
Mom says it’s kindergarten, just half a day.
Jen hugs Ben and says there’s time to play.
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Ben feels better and gets back to eating.
Dad joins in for a Saturday lunch meeting.
They finish their lunch then have dessert.
Jen climbed a tree; Ben played in the dirt.
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Supper’s soon then bath time and bed.
But first they’ll find dad, he’s in the shed.
The table is set for the twin’s favorite dish.
It’s roasted potatoes, coleslaw and fish.
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The cat likes fish too and jumps on Ben’s lap.
Jen starts to giggle and gives her a scrap.
Ben gave her another and mom said no more.
Hers comes in a bag we buy at the store.
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Mom takes a seat and dad serves the slaw.
Jen spills her drink; Ben drops his straw.
The mess cleaned up and the meal enjoyed.
Ben finished first, Jen was annoyed.
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There’s time for a game then scrub-a-dub.
Jen likes the shower; Ben likes the tub.
He plays with boats and pretends to swim.
Jen’s much quicker, like they are at the gym.
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Mom reads a book; dad turns out the light.
Kisses all around and then goodnight.
Both quiet and still they stare at the moon.
They drift off thinking of school starting soon.
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When I was small, my friend was tall.
Through my window it watched me grow.
A friend always near though winters bare.
Waiting for spring, leaves green, birds sing.
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Sit in the shade, memories made.
Arms are growing, leaves are glowing.
Branches so high – climb to the sky.
Or ride the swing, picnic to bring.
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Then soon its fall, colors for all.
Float to the ground – pile in a mound.
Jump in and play, brisk autumn day.
Another year past all sprouting fast.
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Leaves shake, wind blows, hot days, cold snows.
We stood together in all-weather.
But when I’m all grown, out on my own.
I’ll miss my tree and it’ll miss me.
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The End
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Electrons float in endless flight.
Space’s gray, no day or night.
Infinity lurks out of sight.
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Elements blend or violently clash.
Random moment’s atoms smash.
Fusion bonds fission’s ash.
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Core pulls, heat spurred.
Nucleus form, orbits dared.
Love holds a time shared.
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She fills me up with all things good.
I eat and drink as I should.
Her loving nature knows no bounds.
Sometimes we kiss to giggling sounds.
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She feeds us well and treats me right.
Her love’s returned each day and night.
We doze embraced and wake the same.
When disturbed the cat’s to blame.
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She fuels my fire and quenches desire.
Her talents awe and inspire.
Fun is had every moment we share.
But a love more serious is beyond compare.
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A formula for life, not yet conceived
Or perhaps it has and I’ve been deceived
Some might see a problem, puzzle or game
To integrate all sides to equal the same
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An equation’s unsolvable when incomplete
Or the solutions wrong and we have to repeat
Though an unknown constant can be hard to tell
This constant unknown, we’ll just call “L”
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Thus L is the constant that can’t be defined
It can’t be measured or graphed on a line
It’s totally irrational, follows no rules
It can’t be made or dissected with tools
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It’s unquantifiable, but rarely there’s none
When completely subtracted the answer’s just one
It must be shared but not borrowed, no debtor
May not be infinite but more is better
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When factored with care the solution’s made clear
That a theory this simple we all must share
That joy is derived when summed with above
And this constant “L” I speak, is the factor of Love
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The albino bearded lizard wizard’s not a lizard at all.
In fact, he’s a boy, albino and bearded and he stands quite tall.
He does have a lizard, albino and bearded, who answers the wizards’ call.
Nightly laughter they both share atop the garden wall.
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The lizard too is a wizard and a monster he’s often called.
Their youth remained for centuries; maturity was forestalled.
Each knew they were different, both glad to have a friend.
But time was ticking forward, their childhood was soon to end.
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Graduation day finally came, the students waited on their stool.
The beasts too had graduated and now feasted by the pool.
The awkward albino bearded pair huddled in the shade,
They both laughed together, surprised they made the grade.
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The worldly wizard queen then gave her graduation speech.
Her awestruck audience listened as a proclamation she did screech.
“All wizards must be prepared for a battle yet to be named.
The dragons were disgusted and wanted the humans tamed.”
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The dragons were the wizards’ kings and kings of all there be.
Then the wizards sided with mankind and the change we now see.
The dragons then outnumbered but will always get their way.
So, the dragons hid, plotted, and waited for their perfect day.
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A meeting was soon needed and a message they did send.
The queen, a very tolerant wizard, was ordered to attend.
The dragons asked the queen which side she would now assist.
She called for the albino bearded pair and said that they’ll be missed.
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A journey the pair would make and a message they would take.
They were to find the dragons’ leer, if not, their wizardry’s fake.
At first the journey was tranquil, until the trees turned into moss.
But the map was clear, the ocean’s near and soon they had to cross.
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The pair sat together throughout the night; laughter was not shared.
The next day was spent thinking about why they had been dared.
They questioned their strength in wizardry and why they were sent.
They pondered the most important thing; what their failure meant.
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Shore line bound on a rocky beach the ocean soon flooded their view.
Another step and they must swim, what else was the pair to do.
Warm and dry on the wizards’ shoulder the lizard saw a true friend.
A selfless friend who’s always there, until the cold and bitter end.
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Their bond now frozen in time the lizard leapt with the joy of a new start.
With a splash, waves of emotion swept over the lizards’ tiny cold heart.
The loyal wizard dove into the icy abyss to save his lifelong mate.
He didn’t give a second thought to what might be his fate.
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With each clumsy stroke the friends grew larger and stronger.
Their powers finally realized; fears were theirs no longer.
Overcoming adversity was their gift and proven every day.
The pair, now reassured, knew they’d find their way.
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The swim became enjoyable, greeting whales as they swam.
The pair now too were giants and as happy as a clam.
They traveled day and night before the land came into view.
A land covered in snow and ice; a place seen by just a few.
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Staring into the future whilst reflecting on their past.
Forward was their path, tomorrow’s coming fast.
There was no time to frolic in this new and mystical place.
The friends had never felt the snow on their chilly face.
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Onward they tread, each unaware of their enormous new size.
To each, the same old friend, in each other’s eyes.
The snow was getting deeper as the sun began to fade.
A shadow appeared ahead, a choice, then was made.
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The fearless pair followed the shadow into the dark and unknown.
As the shadow disappeared, a dragon, then magically grown.
With salutations all around their dragon guide led the way.
Tirelessly they all ventured until the break of day.
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The sun rose and a castle of ice glistened in the distance.
The albino pair stood in awe of this grand palace’s existence.
Large and foreboding gates began to open as the trio came near.
Once safely inside they were all greeted with a loud cheery cheer.
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A bountiful feast was enjoyed, and conversation ensued.
As the hours grew late eyelids grew heavy and sleep set the mood.
A good night’s rest was enjoyed whence summoned by the king.
The angry King loudly inquired what excuses do they bring.
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“We bring no excuses”, proclaimed the wizard, newly confident.
“We bring a message from our beloved queen, her love evident.”
“She doesn’t think war’s the answer and will not participate.”
“Humans, too, will soon grow up, so why tempt our children’s fate?”
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The king, unamused, then asked the lizard why they were sent.
The lizard replied, “Our queen is wise, your concern is misspent.”
The king screamed to his guards “arrest them now, my patience depleted!”
The pair stood with a smile and grew some more, as was needed.
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The guards ran away while the king, defiantly, stood alone.
“We mean no harm” said the wizard, “sit back on your throne.”
The king was furious, confused and more than a little afraid.
He then sat back on his throne and said, “what deal can be made.”
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“No deals are needed”, said the lizard,” our job here’s complete.”
“The Queen’s message received, now we’re back to get some heat.”
Provisions were provided and the pair happily headed home.
Both, rightfully relieved to be free of that frozen catacomb.
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Their journey back was faster as the pair now knew the way.
Their kingdom waited patiently for their return home, some day.
Back home they were greeted with fanfare and thanked by one and all.
Then the albino bearded lizard and wizard returned to their garden wall.
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The End
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Every Sunday me and my Pop
Take a walk to the old sundries shop
Winter’s in boots and summer flip-flops
Anytime to the Cherry on Top
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It’s not just a store, it’s so much more
A magic box filled with sundries galore
It’s everyone’s first and their last stop
All the time at the Cherry on Top
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Welcoming doors always polished bright
Welcoming all to their sundries delight
Every week is a brand new crop
Any time at the Cherry on Top
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A place with things too many to list
Lipsticks for lips that want to be kissed
There are bouncing balls and bats that bop
All the time at the Cherry on Top
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Combs and brushes for hair and teeth
Halloween treats and Holiday wreaths
Baskets for bunnies with ears that flop
Any time at the Cherry on Top
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Row after row of this’s and that’s
There are racks for jackets, hooks for hats
Handles for brooms and buckets for mops
All the time at the Cherry on Top
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There’s cases packed with trinkets so bright
Batteries stacked for flashlights at night
They’ve got cards to send and cards to swap
Any time at the Cherry on Top
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Way at the back, there’s medicines there
Carefully mixed by people who care
They carefully measure, count and chop
All the time at the Cherry on Top
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Then the place – my favorite of all
It’s the lunch-counter, where I sit tall
Serving pie with whipped cream and gumdrops
Any time at the Cherry on Top
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They’ve cakes, cookies, turkey and roasts
My dad always gets; juice, eggs and toast
Sunday’s best at the old sundries Shoppe
I get my sunday, cherry on top
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The End
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A quiet calm’s befallen,
the morning sky’s blue.
A bit of a chill’s in the air,
life feels brand new.
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Music fills my head,
my body starts to sway.
Tribulation’s now are past,
the future starts today.
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The groove’s now returning,
today’s looking bright.
Every step becomes a dance,
toe to toe all night.
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Tomorrow is another day,
yet to be a song.
But with love most duly noted,
the laughter will be strong.
~*~
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I’ve a brand-new pad so indoors I’ll stay.
There’ll be no visit on this miserable day.
I miss that baby, I miss her a lot.
She just turned four and hugs I’ve got.
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I need a squeeze; I need a kiss.
But it’s the smiles that I really miss.
Her face lights up when we meet.
It’s always special when we greet.
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She lives in the city, a little too far.
Four hours of traffic, stressed in a car.
Her mom’s always busy; we chat on the phone.
Three times a week, each time she’s grown.
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Maybe next week, that’ll be great.
We’ll read some stories and stay up late.
We’ll brush our teeth and get ready for bed.
We plan tomorrow then a kiss on the head.
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We’ll go for a walk, have breakfast in town.
We’ll play in the yard then into her gown.
We’ll dance for a while and talk and giggle.
Then into the car seat with a twist and wiggle.
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We tell all the jokes we almost forgot
I say she’s silly, she says I’m a nut.
There’s kisses goodbye, though never enough.
Then one last wave, the one always tough.
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