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Delano Britt Poem
If you have a friend.
Protect them to the end.
They should have heard.
If you've given them your word.
Trust in their good will.
So that joy will never spill.
Out into the night.
Without warmth, without light.
You trust them to a fault.
Your buddy has sealed the vault.
If they break that trust.
Then your heart will surely rust.
Do not take them for granted.
This great wisdom is not slanted.
Teach them to honor and commit.
Never barter, never quit.
If they are proven wrong.
Forgive and sing a song.
For your life be ever long.
Niceness you should be.
Fill the world with harmony.
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Delano Britt Poem
My dirty, bare feet in the grass.
School's gone, I'm out of class.
Sitting under tree with some lemonade.
Going down to watch a July parade.
I now know for a fact, that these hazy, lazy days don't pass.
Date: Saturday June 13, 2020
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Delano Britt Poem
A gift. Amazing. I am talking about it.
Stay with it.
Give because giving is in itself, fantastic.
Not more than drastic.
Be more elastic.
Take little, be about it, give it all.
Pride before fall.
Spare your words, little guy.
Big guy, in your eye.
Helping others, help yourself.
To not add a trophy to a broken down shelf.
Do it for them, family, be good.
Sharpen, like wood understood.
Be, hold, change, mold.
The world be better, to a well-known letter.
No matter who you are be a shape guiding star.
Be a gift-giver near or far.
There we go and here you are.
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Delano Britt Poem
Behold, take a running leap.
Endeavor, look, see out there.
Lady fortune smiles upon you.
Believe thy self. Young one you are.
Envelop the day.
Your dreams are coming true.
Luck is yours.
Seize it.
I'm weak at the knees for you.
Spotting all your diversions.
Seek the stars above.
Wink at the new age dawn.
Trap good luck, in your net of hopes.
Marriage, home, friends.
Society is your calling card.
Ease upon the seams.
Splash down!
Fortune is your serenity.
A drip here a drop there.
Behold, at last.
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Delano Britt Poem
I gave my grandma a tiny hug.
She was warm and scented.
It was a Spring day, I recall.
Just things are remembered right.
Rain was gently misting there, outside a stained glass street.
Cars on the highway journeying far, to places where there are no hugs.
They have my sympathy.
I sit in a grasp, a long embrace and remember times before.
Decadence in her arms.
My grandmothers charm is beckoning.
Hard events are lost in traction.
A boy I was, now but a man.
Yet the hug I feel, cuddles me still.
It gives my strength today.
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