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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