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DAUGHTER OF NEVER
Oh, my pretty black-haired girl,
where are you now,
you whom I dreamed
one day would be mine?
Is there a place in God's h..
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Vallejo, Peruvian poet of the early 20th Century, is a favorite of mine. Read him, won't you? His words dazzle and refuse to be so easily forgotten.
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As a young boy, new to poetry, an adult told me people who liked to rhyme were either poets or schizophrenics. For years, I prayed I was a poet!
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Rejected lovers sometimes go hogwild.
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The candle serves as a good metaphor for life and love.
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If only love always conquered, but there are those times when...
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Here lies the widow Roodle
Buried with her poodle.
It was her fond request:
“I need the rest.
My husband snores.”
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Under t..
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Thank God the snoring stops with that last breath! I'd hate to punish Sharon with a sleepless eternity!
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If only we could discern the false from the true alarms of life. We'd live longer.
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No matter what they say, life is easiest iest when we count to ten.
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