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Winter trees in the sand standing naked on the land
Howling winds and wisping leaves salty smells from roaring seas
Skies of blue and grounds of gray all look cold on this winters day
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I was 24/7 on my new computer, so my husband found another suitor,
Now I stay up so darn late, I cannot even find a date, then suddenly the early
morning broke, and the sun let me know how I was a joke, to sit and tap on buttons all night,
She said I need to get a life because no man wants a computer wife! lol
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I went looking for my little black moto when I discovered
I can't post a photo.
Every site says upload here, except this one, it's so weird!
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Star light star bright, where the hell is Mr. Right?
It's now been oh so long, and I don't
don't want another Mr. Wrong!
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Lonely sand dune on the beach,
flying seagulls I can't reach,
alone I walk so quiet and bleak
alone with the sunshine warm on
my cheek, soft sounding whistles
that seem so far coming from seashells
shaped like a star....
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Without you I cannot-talk, listen or hear
Without you I cannot-share, care or give
Without you I cannot-walk, dance or sing
Without you I cannot-read, write or remember
Without you I cannot-cherish, love or vow
Without you I cannot- can you?
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I'm an Author, a writer, a stay up all nighter!
I finally published my children's book, what a long
time it took!
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My pen is my magic wand,
my paper spun from gold,
my mind wears a magic cape
of stories to unfold.
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I have ascended so much more, but have not forgotten my childhood lore,
A vivacious essence with each opening door, oh how I long for those days of yore,
A sepentine of fields and roads where once we'd capture fireflies and toads,
A leisure in our life as we then did dally when all was good and we knew not sally.
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Faust and Fay went out to play all alone on autumn day,
in the barn the two would stray and muffle around in golden hay.
Then appeared the Devil himself seeking souls for an empty shelf,
Who ye be faust then said, are ye the Devil all covered in red?
No, not I, he did reply, I like to frequent from the sky!
Leave us be! Fay lashed out, we need no other frequent about!
But I've come to make a magical sale, do you care to hear my tale?
A magical sale you'd like to sell? take a seat and do me tell.
The Devil then sat with a lazy loll, The price you pay shall be your soul.
My soul you say shall be my pay? Then show this magic you sell today!
No! Said Fay, he lies this way, he's only here to do us harm don't
listen to him or his charm! He is the Devil, who is a heel, and all he seeks
is a soul to steal!
Begone ye Devil, Faust then said, remove yourself or we'll remove your head!
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