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Ely Ayson Poem
Focused, brows furrowed
Working, toiling, laboring
Then, my child awakes.
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Ely Ayson Poem
A new hope arose
To save us from woes
Bad one was gone
No laments, none
It's time to be up on our toes.
He has so much to do
Clean up muck, dirt, poo
That the bad left behind
When they robbed the poor blind
Gotta start, no ado.
So we're cheering him on
And pray the job gets done
But our cheering falls short
If we don't give support
Till the battle is won.
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Ely Ayson Poem
Today I dressed and went out
for my daily roundabout
what started as a short jog
turned into a funny log.
I watched as she was worshipped
smelt, licked, never a day skipped
she was bathed in showers warm
from that bad dog's morning storm!
A proud thing, its head held high
enjoyed nibbles from her guy
kissed, embraced by the river
by her adoring beaver!
From the rains the night before
she woke and happily wore
her jeweled crown shining through
when from her womb mushrooms grew.
This last stump, a diff'rent kind
was quite lucky it could find
a lover, friend, chum, and pal
lucky he, but poor, poor gal!
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