Mud puddle Marvin makes messy mixes
Never nailed Nanette notices noodles by nixes
Ostentatious Oscar organizes oatmeal fixes
Providing proof personified, pixie counts by sixes
Police detectives were working on a cold case file.
Debbie had been missing for thirty-two years.
They described the charm bracelet she had been wearing.
Nanette, a girl one state away got out her charm bracelet.
Her father had given it to her on one of his business trips.
Scotty dog – check, cheerleader megaphone- check,
Christian fish symbol – check, Indian feather – check,
This was just a coincidence right?
But what about those jewelry gifts he brought back for her mother?
Many of them had matched jewelry from other missing women.
Nanette carefully wrapped the charm bracelet.
She looked up Debbie’s mother’s address and mailed it.
Her father was still alive.
It was the best she could do.
To dear Nanette:
How can I express what I feel for you?
I love you.
Because you are you,
When you are not with me, I’m blue.
Because you’re chic,
Outside, the countryside is bleak.
Because you’re lovely,
I yearn for you embrace cuddly,
Because you are true,
We are one not two,
Because……
From the administrator:
Cut the crap and don’t waste our space. Just go hug and kiss her.
To the administrator:
Spoilsport ;)
Blackbird, blackbird, where have you gone?
Here the limbs you lately danced upon,
In sunset orange, in sunset red,
Now the grapevine says, "Blackbird is dead."
Disbelieving owl cries, "Who? Who?"
Disheartened rooster won't cock-a-doodle-doo.
Nanette laid flowers on the grave.
He took but little, but much he gave.
Cardinal restless amid the greenery,
And oblivious to the usual scenery!
All the smiles have turned to cries;
Adam hangs his head and sighs.
Blackbird is dead. What happens now?
What now will the fates allow?
Will dawn now sing of this new day?
Or have Sunday's singers all gone away?
Blackbird is dead and time is creeping.
Blackbird is dead-the world is weeping.
All the worst is come to pass;
Moonlight spilling on the grass.
Blackbird is dead.
Yes. That is what I said.
The woods are still. The sun is red.
Cherries near his little head.
Dark is coming. Nanette weeps!
The wind shivers. Nightowl peeps.
Gone the robin's trills and cheeps.
The song is ended. Time sleeps.
Sober the jay in his blue cloak,
Unlike the morning he awoke.
Frog hasn't heart to give a croak.
Adam won't tell his usual joke.
Trees bow. The day must pass.
Silent footstep on the grass.
What deed is this? What manner? What class?
The best of Sundays is gone, alas.
Blackbird is dead; they come and they go.
Summer changes to autumn glow.
All is ever so quiet now, though--
Awaiting the cockcrow.
have you ever awoke to such confusion one day,
Not knowing what to think feel or say,
Bewildered by the consequences you alone endure,
risking it all for those who remain unsure,
hen you cant find your way out of the tunnels you've dug yourself
when your efforts matter to no one else ,
Take a walk out in your world and look what there is to see,
Although the confusion of the moment make it seem like only misery,
look to the future have faith in your self you'll surely find the ways ,
Better times are just ahead its just one of those days >>>>>>>>>>>
written by Nanette Ialy Allen
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