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Tick. tock
Tick.tock.
Around runs the church mouse.
The choir head
Lifts his hand
And the mouse scurries on.
Tick, tock
Tick, tock
Around naps the church cat
The cat does play
A piano somedays
When no one is around.
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Donald Trump, he was a great man.
His fame was spread all over the land.
He lived like a king.
His praises men sing.
Now he must give up the command.
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Mickey Mouse took him a wife.
He was fortunate in life.
He made Minne his love.
And was blessed from Heaven above.
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Kittens,
Multi-colored,
Purring, dancing, clawing,
Drinking milk from its mother's nipples
Felines.
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In the distant plain
Cries a lone wild coyote
With no one to hear.
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Whose woods these are, I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it *****
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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Little lilly, lovely and lithe,
Lifting your lush head,
Lovely and light, lingering in the sun.
Laugh little lad, as you lift one.
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Why do you cry,
And do you sigh?
Just try and smile.
Why do you hide
In your pride?As
I chide you now.
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New Year's Day is here again.
It's time to begin anew.
Look back and remember when,
This life was good to you.
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Death has taken you now so far away.
Now you have taken on an angel's form.
Heavenly Father has the final say.
Although on earth here we are left to moan.
Oh, baby, my baby, why have you gone?
Right now you lay in a cold dark tomb.
You did fly away from your mother's womb.
Now in Abraham's bosom do you rest.
On earth, we keep your memory alive.
Like God's precious children you are blessed.
So, watch lover us until we arrive.
Published in The Winter Years, 2020
By Holt Publishing
an amazon book
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