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The stillness, calmness,
serenity, peacefulness,
there they were, in water.
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Destroys the Darkness,
Shining brightly like the Sun.
Burning, destruction.
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The blue, clear sea, just so calm.
Exactly like my dear Mum.
She had never, ever raged.
Though she may have a little aged.
I stick to her like gum!
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Head buried in work,
He could have gone berserk.
How he sat and read,
He is a wonderful lad.
He is knowledgeable,
Has he eaten vegetables?
Howls, groans, whine.
He does not seem kind of fine.
Homework formed a hill,
He had totally no time to kill.
Hands are always filled,
Holds a pen found on the field.
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There was once upon a time,
Unexpectedly, a very small dime.
He did not do much of anything,
Apart from gazing.
He just stared longingly at the sky,
Counting the clouds that drifted by.
Dear old Dime, not very bright,
He did not shine, not a ray of light.
Dark and rusty,
Old and dirty.
Everyone did not care,
Though they could use him and buy a bear.
They did not want to touch,
This old thing of such.
They did not want to feel.
That sick disgusting bill.
He was old, rusty and dim,
But he hated the way man treated him.
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Runs everywhere,
It even runs through your hair.
Feel it, not see it.
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A flash in the sky,
the darkness gone for a while.
Pierces through the air.
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Dear old farmer Jones,
Not much meat but only bones.
He once said to his son,
“Joel, When I am gone,
Do not and never be a nuisance,
Stop jumping over the fence,
Or sitting on the dog,
Don't play with the fog,
Never touch the goldfish,
Or worse, cook it as a dish!'
Joel stared blankly,
Blinking occasionally.
“Huh? What again?”
Jones heard it and nearly did faint.
He repeated another time.
“What is siponculousidime?”
Joel innocently cried.
Jones got so very angry.
He could have boiled the sea.
He screamed and ran out of the house.
Sadly, tripping over a mouse.
He fell on the floor.
Boom! The car hit him with its door.
Jones lay there, kind of dead.
With all this said, Joel was still a little confused.
Of course, he was a little amused.
His dead father could not scold or talk.
His dad was a stiff as a rock.
Joel laughed and went back to his home,
Held his hair and gave it a comb.
He slept on the bed, just like a log.
At the bottom of the bed lay his dog.
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