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Lost In Wonderland

I don't know where I'm goin',
     ... not sure where I've been.

This world's got me spinnin'
     round and round and when
I think I've got it figured,
     and finally understand,
The clouds start a formin'.

     I'm lost in Wonderland.

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Can'T Get Rid of Covid Blues

Here I lie in Ramona,
sick with the virus Corona.
     I feel like hell
     and cannot smell,
but glad I don't have pneumonia.

In five days' time, I finally felt fine:
Free from the virus Corona.
     Then again it hit,
     now I'm sick as Schmidt,
as I lie in bed in Ramona.

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The Fledgling Finally Flies

Another day has slipped away,
     the Sun has come and gone.
And in the night I hope I might,
     enjoy a new day's dawn.

The month of May has slipped away,
     the Moon has come and gone.
Though having fun in the Summer Sun,
     for another Spring I long.

Yet robins sing and children dream,
     as the Sun begins to rise.
One life ends, while another begins,
     and the fledgling finally flies.

Then one day they flew away,
     no more robins sing.
Now songless trees lose their leaves,
     'till robins return in Spring.

It's been a year since we last past here
     as Earth orbits the Sun.
'Twas a year with cheers and occasional tears,
     but another Spring has come.

Now robins sing and plants grow green
     and humming birds grace the sky.
Most Winter kill will surely heal
     and fledglings soon will fly.

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The Wagon

I don't want to get drunk anymore.
These hangovers I truly deplore.
     Yet as the sun goes down
     you know where I'm bound:
goin' drinkin' just like before.

I don't want to get drunk anymore.
My behavior is hard to ignore.
     Friends say it ain't fittin'
     so tonight I'm quittin'
and walkin' out this barroom door.

I don't want to get drunk anymore.
Yet I'm back here just like before
     and I'm writin' this poem
     for my lover at home
and hopin' she don't lock the door.

You know I'll get drunk evermore
and be the lush most abhor.
     There's no use resistin'
     'cause you know that I'm fixin'
to go drinkin' just like before.

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Reason For Rhyme

Perhaps it's time to share our rhymes 
     with neighbors, family and friends.
Our tales of dogs and enchanted frogs
     and other odds and ends.

We'll speak in rhymes of fun-filled times 
     with spirits free as the wind.
Where painted clowns ensured no frowns 
     and rainbows never end.

It seems the rhymes soothe our minds 
     as words like rivers flow.
Our thoughts sail high in cloudless skies 
     over mountains white with snow.

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Life's Journey

Journey fourth I know not where,
     perhaps I'll know when I get there.
From purple mountains to shining sea,
this ribbon of highway beckons me,
young and wild and feelin' free.

There's boundless beauty to adore,
     but now I see the distant shore.
I journey now within my soul,
mysteries of life I'd like to know,
old and tired and movin' slow.