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Ellen Peterson Poem
With him around you never know,
in the Summer it might snow.
He's unpredictable like a lion,
a true mystery like the Mayan.
He's the Emperor of my heart,
I know I've loved him from the start.
Thanks to thee,
he's finally noticed me,
the boy who set me free.
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Christ's love reaches to our soul,
and gently strokes our hair.
His love sends messages to the youth,
telling them to try hard,
and be the best they can possibly be.
His love leads you down the right path to
success,
smart choices,
and STRONG realationships with
family
and
friends.
His love braces you and makes you stop and
think.
Even the sinners Christ loves and finds good in.
After all, thats why he died on the cross,
for god to forgive us for all our wrong-doings.
His love had
power
over us all, and it will guide you through life.
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We are the people who form the nation,
the proud and the strong,
the bold and the brave.
Black and white people form
this place.
We are the owners of the
strong and the brave,
the land of the free.
We are the people who form
AMERICA.
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All the homeless in the world,
who depend on us to give,
just so they can have a life
that they wanna live.
For those people, there is always a shining light,
to simply guide their way.
The good that soon will come with
the bright of a new day.
The faith of others,
and the love of sisters and brothers,
not to mention their fathers and mothers.
This is their shining light,
that burns on bright,
forever and ever,
this shining light
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Love is just a start,
till you have it in your heart.
Love is just a phrase,
until you have it through the days
Love is a true passion,
till it becomes just a fashion
Love is something crazy,
until it becomes slightly hazy.
Appreciate what you have,
till its gone,
because love is simply ,
a beautiful song.
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A wind in my face,
a breeze at my back,
the grass at my heels,
I mustn't go back.
Back to the real world of
violence,
and kills.
I mustn't go back
where the city
smokes, polluting our
beautiful air.
I mustn't go back to the real world
of hate.
I must stay here, in the
safety of my
dreams
where there isnt a problem
or
worry.
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