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Marcy Gosselin Poem
The Chesire Felidae smiles down at me,
as I patrol all night on achy feet.
There is no need for artificial light,
for the Chesire Felidae smiles so bright.
Sometimes in the deep, dark, cold night,
the Chesire Felidae's elliptical smile is the only thing in sight.
When dawn approaches the smile slowly fades away,
the Chesire Felidae vanishes and hides during the day.
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Marcy Gosselin Poem
There is no prayer for
the Middle Class
The American Dream we no longer see
We can not get the help to meet our needs
the Middle Class
Soon we will be extinct...
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Marcy Gosselin Poem
If roses are red, violets are blue
Why then haven't I found you?
Or is it just as simple for you
To find me with love that's true?
Does Gramma, Grampas love still exist?
Todays love fails to resist,
Temptations of greener grass pastures...
Though I feel robbed by true love
My heart still beats,
For a Prince to find me
To sweep me off my lonely feet.
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Some wear the blends of foliage
Some wear the shades of sand
Others wear the colors red, white and blue
But they all are proud to take the stand.
Some prepare with their feet on the ground
Some prepare soaring high up in the clouds
Others prepare by floating on oceans and seas
But they all are proud to share the same command.
Some are daughters and sons
Some are husbands and wives
Others are friends and neighbors
But they all are proud to protect our land.
Some have families scared to leave them behind
Some have no one and are lonely inside
Others have nightmares when they close their eyes
But they all are proud to fight for our freedom at hand.
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Marcy Gosselin Poem
It's been 17 years
since I saw your tiny little ears
your precious little fingers
five on the left, five on the right
your adorable ten little toes...
You were so little
the day you were gone
Your three sisters are maturing into young adults
looking at them I wonder
who you would have grown to be...
I miss you and think of you daily
how I wish I could hold you tight
one day I know we will be together
the day my life ends on earth
and begins in Heaven...
Until then my beloved son
I love you just as much
nothing has taken my love away
not even your deathly depart...
You're forever loved...
Michael Thomas Gosselin August 1994
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