If I had the money,
if I had the time,
I’d buy a big old car
and drive to the oceanside.
Might be in the morning,
maybe late at night,
the stars might be shining,
or the sun might be bright.
And when the evening came,
I’d walk along the shore,
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The charming Miss Lola dwelt in the small town, at the edge of Red River,
With only her goose, 'Rouge.' She was named after her spot of wet vigor.
Rouge was the darling of Miss Lola, like precious spring, coming to visit;
And was forever roaming from river to house, like golden stars, in orbit.
Rouge frequented every room, as if aware that it was her dwelling, too;
Like the blue hours of glittering sun, when purple butterflies follow you.
Famished friends came to dinner, and ofttimes elderly neighbor, Franklin;
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In a kingdom called Vividale, long ago, lived a loyal knight, Sir Andrew,
Famed for turning the tide in battles, and none of the tales were untrue!
Intelligent and a natural leader, Sir Andrew's fast horse was called Fury.
Together, they were an incredible duo, like whipped cream, with a cherry.
The king was very pleased, since the kingdom remained happy and free;
And Andrew was often present at court, like breezes, telling flower stories.
Fast-paced friends made life fun for Andrew, and fashionable wife, Fern;
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There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie--
Perfect passion and worship fed
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A Conversation Poem, April, 1798
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day
Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip
Of sullen light, no obscure trembling hues.
Come, we will rest on this old mossy bridge!
You see the glimmer of the stream beneath,
But hear no murmuring: it flows silently.
O'er its soft bed of verdure. All is still.
A balmy night! and though the stars be dim,
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Suzie lived next door to Tom, and their families were the best of friends;
Like toffee clouds, chasing rainbows, once the blue storm wildly spends!
Tom and Susie enjoyed playing together, since they were the same age;
Like fine art, in the age of colors, when beautiful became all the rage!
Bike riding and hide and seek, roller skating and tag, they often played;
Like sunset orange, a jewel of the dusk, recalling daring plans we made.
Other friends told funny jokes at their fence; then came inside to frolic,
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De lucht scheurt open,
wolken jagen,
wind schreeuwt door de takken,
de zee graaft haar klauwen in het zand.
Looking out the window
I didn't see a sound
Nothing out there moving
The world on solid ground
No birds were out there singing
No rustling of the leaves
Was the river flowing
But silent as a breeze?
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The spring sun lingers
like days that used to be,
warmth on my skin
stirring old memory.
The scent of blossoms
floats soft on the breeze,
echoes of laughter
drift down through the trees.
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Is it because we can't sense or that we can not see
generations gone by don't seem to agree.
We are here to serve mother nature
Past, present and future.
To tend to its needs
before our hearts leases bleeds.
Endless growth, adding the beads
better to manage the fields
than to expire it's shields.
Rich or poor we can be of a lesser mind
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