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A Blue Bottom Gooh Bear

A Gooh Bear who now is a blue bottom bear

sat on a wet painted bench eating his honey.

When he got up from the bench, "he had a 

blue bottom!"

"The blue bottom Gooh Bear is my friend no

matter if he has a blue bottom!"

Copyright © Linda Powell | Year Posted 2010



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As I

As  I  stand  a  top  this  boulder  so
          high,

           I  will watch...watch  through the  
           hazy  blue  skies  and  the  crisp
           seas  for my  captain  to  return
           unto me!

           My  little  gull  told  me  he would
            soon  be  here.

           So  I  will  wait...wait  upon  this  
            boulder  and  see.

Copyright © Linda Powell | Year Posted 2011

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As I

As  I  stand  a  top  this  boulder  so
          high,

           I  will watch...watch  through the  
           hazy  blue  skies  and  the  crisp
           seas  for my  captain  to  return
           unto me!

           My  little  gull  told  me  he would
            soon  be  here.

           So  I  will  wait...wait  upon  this  
            boulder  and  see.

Copyright © Linda Powell | Year Posted 2011

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The Whisper

As I gazed through my window I see a Willow tree..
                        I think I'll go outside and sit beneath it and wheep.

                        As I  wheep beneath this Willow tree I heard a
                        whisper behind me saying...
                        do not be sad my friend I am here to comfort you.

                        As I turned around to see where the whisper was
                        coming from..
                        I heard the samething again..,
                        do not be sad my friend I am here to comfort you.

                       "Who are you I asked," and "What are you I asked?"

                        Why I  am the voice of the Willow tree you sit
                         beneath to wheep!

Copyright © Linda Powell | Year Posted 2011


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