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Finding exalted pleasure playing happily in the hills.
Memories of the softly undulating land called the hills.

A welcome meeting place for frolicking in the sun with...

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On sleep-starved heavy eyes, tired, torn,
Straight like bullet begins her morn.

Kids woken up with a warm kiss,
She hurries that  naught is amiss,

Last bestirs hubby’s...

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When winter melts all about, spring is here, 
and when the daffodils sprout, spring is here.

When Robin-red-breasts begin arriving,
there is seldom any doubt; spring is...

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No beautiful face on sale; Bazar is out of order
Fairyland - O dear goddess Ishtar! - is out of order.

I was alone at home, we'd...

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"I lay open my heart for you..."
                  ...

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Snowdrops always sprout early every spring,
while Tulips pop up later every spring.

And the naked trees don a beard of green,
as trillions of buds unfurl every...

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I caught your eye as it flashed across my line of sight, 
My first thought was that you were completely--out of sight. 

A beautiful blonde...

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Once I leave, the world - my words - will not remind forever?
Tourist eyes - to the velvet vales - will turn blind forever

Is she...

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"Yes, get in the tourist bus; a funny ride is waiting
You will enjoy kissing the clouds - and rain slide is waiting."

Is my heart nothing...

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A bit of dome, all I won’t give,
Take whole of house, home I won’t give.

All roads might go to mighty Rome,
All of Rome still not...

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Borrowed I’ve pain, pills on credit,
Ever since, I feel not so fit.

When all get drenched, welcoming rain,
The parched me waits home, you to greet.

Should rain...

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by late dusk, I commune with the fresh wonders of nature
inhabiting reverence from a well-designed woodland.

how an avian rhapsody greets me through mellow chants
where comfort...

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My scars belie my smile and my eyes bereft of sparkle.
Oh God, estival whims cannot bring back my sparkle.

The ruthless stabs of his tenderly touch...

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Life is a great dream         
What a first rate dream      

 

Sleep...

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The sunshine feels fine on a warm spring day
and the blues abate on a warm spring day.

March snowflakes morph into April showers
and hopes slowly climb...

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