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Best Poems Written by Debra Smith

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Funny Kitten

There was this funny kitten
you see he had six toes.
I named that kitten purrbox
and I took the purrbox home.
And they say his toes are magic 
can bring you silver and gold,
but he's already cost me 90 bucks 
and he's only 9 weeks old.

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Chicago

I gotta get to Chicago. I gotta get outta town.
  I'd take a Chariot if I could Love,
  although I think I'll take Greyhound.

  And there's a lesson in the air there.
  Spreading chill bugs all around. 
  And all the folks they're singing pretty,
  and making pretty,pretty sound.

  And I wanna love you in the morning.
  I wanna get into your hair.
  And I wanna love you without warning.
  And I wanna kiss you everywhere.

  And I gotta get to Chicago. I gotta get outta town.
  I'd take a Chariot if I could Love,
  although I think I'll take Greyhound.

  
  And you'll be catching travel fever.
  Watching the same rock rolling by.
  Feeling the bus vibrate beneath you.
  And Heaven bursting in the sky.

  And I wanna love you in the morning.
  I wanna get into your hair.
  And I wanna love you without warning.
  And I wanna kiss you everywhere.

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That's Not My Elephant

That's not my elephant.
They told me there's no elephant in my house.
They told me I dare not speak of it.
If I do I am crazy,crazy like the thought's in my head
shattering like the sound of broken Jim Beam Bottles.
Shattering like their words to each other as I fall sleep each night.
Sometimes I think when I'm asleep it's like being in heaven,
cause theres no one there but me and God.
It's so pure my dreams.
They don't lie to me.
that's not my elephant!

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The Forest

The forest
So for the trees that sway.
For the whisper of the wind in the ears of leaves
that watch the light fade
and cast shadows of thank yous
for all that the day has given.

and rest calmly in the night
next to the streams edge, with pebbles 
that glisten under the moonlight of pink and gray.
and you can almost taste them cold and smooth
tumbling in your mouth like poets words.
So for what bliss it is?
the warmth of the day
the cool of the night.
the dance of light and love.