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Seek Always Your Own Truth

There was a brownie name of Zeke
Who lived big and large beside a creek
Rumors said he was a lecherous freak
They came quickly, more like a flow than a leak.

The truth I steadily decided to try and seek
An elf-maiden I have never been considered meek
When I crept onto his porch, the boards did creak.
Rousing from sleep that forlorn and lonely Zeke.

It was smack dab in the middle of a crazy week,
A day after a war between mice and men who go “eek”
A war of which many decided never to speak
But I decided to share the story with lonely Zeke

His eyes were vivid green, the color of Love Creek.
I fell solidly under his spell, this brownie named Zeke.
His pureness and his sweetness was nothing to seek
For I did not know about him, this brownie named Zeke.

We fell in love, and I agreed to stay forever beside this creek
With a darling man, I decided to live, my own darling Zeke,
So if someone warns you about another, says they are a freak,
Run to them quickly, and for your own truth, please do avidly seek.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 4/16/2019 11:45:00 AM
you have such keen eyes this week to write this poem of whom you seek that had to be a time to put that together. I like it.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/16/2019 1:19:00 PM
Thank you Douglas. Nice comment.
Date: 4/12/2019 2:33:00 AM
What exactly made the porch boards to creak? He he, Speak elf maiden speak
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/12/2019 6:48:00 AM
The porch boards did creak, so I would be forced to seek my love, name of Zeke.