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Bert's Little Literary World

Poetry is a picture of my feelings in the moonlight.

Poetry is a song of my soul that hums joy.

Poetry is magic to my fingers as words flow free as my SPIRIT!

But most of all, Poetry is my new found love.

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Every time I see a yellow butterfly I think it's Shea Anne's beautiful delicate spirit floating by_______

I run after her, never intending to touch her

Because it's just enough to think of her sweet memory and remind her that mommy hasn't forgotten her.

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A star from afar winked at me last night

and promised me a new love.

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I wish I was a lark instead of an owl

Course than again, I wouldn't hear my wolf howl

I always have to drink milk to put me to sleep

Then in the morning I can't stand to hear that alarm Beep! Beep! Beep!

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John Wayne

come back to life

to spare us the pain

of having no hero in this war

Because pigs like Saddam hid in a playpen.

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He mangled my tree

But the limbs grew back anyway

Just like me, they will survive.

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