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If only a dreamwere the path to the future,where crickets and toadstoolsbegan the paradeIf storks in the skywere a common occurrenceand lemonade grewi..
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ThreeI think that I shall never see,a number lovely as a threeA three who oddly touches two,against the number’s even viewA three that looks at ..
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~ * ~A dreary morning lingersjust outside my old back doorThe ground is white, the trees are bare,the skies are gray once moreA frigid wind approaches..
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~Softly spoken, whispers glisten'pon this winter's eve so clearWho am I to stand and listen,seeking words I long to hearNeath a sky of frosted glowing..
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~An evening outDressed for the eveningas morning comes callingTop hat and cane ina yesteryear glowButton up sweaterto ward off the chillyWellies of co..
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~With the wink of an eyeand a shuffle of feetWe wandered aboutdown a new city streetWhere vendors wore bluewith a tangerine sashIn hopes to look good,..
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~Hand in hand, through golden fields,we stroll a woven pathA morning breeze of promise yields,our sunrise aftermathMidst bluebird song and butterfly,h..
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~Barefoot, she strolledthrough a garden of wishes,where marigolds danceto a summertime tuneWalking alongneath a sky tinted lilac,as stars wandered byw..
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~so often chased in borrowed timethese moments form and then ariseto capture words in lyric'd rhymeof beauty found in someone's eyesfor this and that ..
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Longing to hear~She strolled quietly through a field of whispering poppieslonging to hear what they were sayingA soft murmur rose from colorful petals..
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