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DOGS
Who is the one, that always greets you,
Happy and friendly, in humans so few .
His anatomy differs, from humans for sure,
Yell and scream, he'll come back for more.
Big or small, it matters not,
Panting its tongue, means he's hot.
Tail wagging fiercely, true to his mood,
Loyal and trustworthy, and often times lewd.
He scratches and licks, whenever he please,
These may be signs, of infestation with fleas.
Have you guessed yet, of the species I speak?
A canine of coarse, some scary some meek!
A wolf its thought his ancestors be,
Domestic now, his spirit still free.
Just watch him run and tear out the door,
The outdoors ingrained, they always need more.
Time in the wild, to sniff and run free,
They know the location, of every tree.
Be smart or dumb, it matters not,
Unconditional loyalty is what you've got..
Rich or poor, your dog doesn't care,
Short or tall or what you wear.
They give you love, asking little in return,
Just food and drink, you may treat them stern.
And still a dogs master, is forever his chum,
Even if the master, to his dog is a bum.
We humans with all are gadgets and IQ,
Can't match the canine's ability to be true.
Let's take a lesson, from mans best friend,
Love and loyalty to others, is the message to send.
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Wow, the weather sure is cold,
Days are short, the wind is bold.
The season isn't a favorite for sure,
Most in the cold, aren't begging for more.
This testament to the winter, is short and is sweet,
Its brutal cold, upon you does beat.
And beg for spring, and longer days,
And new found fun in different ways.
But back to winter, now let's explore,
Its wondrous beauty, many do adore,
The frosty nights, a blanket of snow,
Untouched and virgin, a skiing we can go!
Take the kids to the local park,
Sleigh ride with them, a youthful spark,
May be rekindled, inside your soul,
This surely is fun, never is it droll.
Build a snowman, with coal and pipe,
He may come alive, frosty isn't just hype.
The alive that he comes, is not in the snow,
But in the hearts of the ones that help make him grow.
Spending time with the family, this bonding is good,
Feeling alive and well, with your family you should,
The wondrous winter, has the holiest of days,
A time to be kind, and have gentler ways.
The birth of the savior, the greatest of men,
His spirit reborn, and we all know when,
This holiday comes, its time be kind,
Good deeds and good thoughts, cover your mind.
The new year comes in winter, a time to start new,
Cast aside bad habits, and with them your through.
Good cheer and good times, and drinking some wine,
Kissing and hugging, and playing Auld Lang Syne.
Presidents day is a time to give thanks,
Lincoln and the north, and the fighting yanks,
Put an end to slavery, blacks are free as whites,
Another century passed to gain civil rights.
Praise to Washington, the first to lead,
Our country from Britain, his troops had freed,
The people of the Colonies, America was born,
Plains full of plenty, many acres of corn.
Valentines day, the time for romance,
Put yourself out there, ask a girl to a dance!
The celebration turns history around,
Originally on this day, many bodies were found,
Dead in a garage, in the Chicago town,
The pictures are gruesome, bloodstains on the ground.
These are the times in winters' cold,
That have special meaning, and memories they hold.
Look kindly on winter, its end will bring,
A time of rebirth, more commonly known as spring.
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In the great scheme of life, many choices you make,
Where to work, who to date, your yard when to rake.
The game of hearts is not quite the same,
Who you love and end up with, is all based on aim.
Yes Cupids aim, is sometimes not good,
Dam arrow it lands, in many a strange hood.
Once per chance the target is hit,
They may be charming, attractive and full of wit.
Only the lucky lovers get this type of win,
The arrow is known to bring pain, shame and sin.
Never knowing what's in store for you,
Loving arms and a partner that’s totally true,
Or an unfaithful idiot, to make you real blue.
You may think you scored, they look smokin' hot,
Having sex day and night, you love them a lot.
This sounds pretty awesome, is there a down side?
Not unless you count secrets, and the lovers he hides.
The girl that finds sales, and will spend all your cash,
She goes out on black Friday, doing the fifty yard dash.
Coming home the next day, a smile on her face,
I saved money here, and there, and lets not forget that place!
What she fails to tell you, is your fresh out of money,
Say something about it, she'll resign as your honey.
The men are no better, there tempers get hot,
Slobs and the lazy, and the ones that smoke pot.
Choices-cont
One time in the game, Cupid seemed to shoot straight,
He gave me a lover, to see I couldn’t wait.
We had some good times, but the end is the same,
Bad excuses, feelings hurt, another to tame.
Please freakin' Cupid, have a talk with William Tell,
Take an archery lesson, or your bow I will sell.
You keep making me fall, for the wrong type of mate,
Just want a good friend, not someone to hate.
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911
Look up in the sky, planes flying low,
Crashing into buildings, not where they should go.
Pilot error it was thought, during crash number one,
Then a second collision, made the people run.
New York under siege, an attack by the air,
The snake named Bin Laden, who else would dare?
The trade towers stood for many a year,
At the world's financial center, did terrorists leer.
The world watched, as the towers came down,
A huge white cloud, and a thunderous sound.
The finest and the bravest, lost their lives,
Calls made, to the husbands and the wives,
We have bad news, your love one has died,
Out of the rubble, their body was plied.
There life it ended, in towers one or two,
Many lives ended that day, others were just through.
What of the workers, looking through the rubble,
Years down the road, the death toll would double.
From sickness and disease, contracted at ground zero,
Families can't survive on the memory of a hero.
Many years have passed, freedom tower erected,
People stay sharp, terror must be detected.
And wiped out completely, US leads the way,
But for now on your knees, and everybody pray,
For the souls we lost on that frightful day,
Ask God to relieve, the pain that day brought,
Renew peoples hope, give direction if sought.
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My red hot passion over the top it boils,
Our bodies entwined, like DNA coils.
Can't tell where I left off, and you begin,
Loving you so, the world it does win.
Makes us better to our fellow man,
Helps me to be the best that I can.
Loving you makes me soar above,
Take flight on the back of a winged dove.
Touch you again, your heart burning with fire,
Desire uncontrolled, reaching higher and higher!
Sweating and dripping, the sheets are a mess,
Still half on your beautiful, silk laden dress.
I love the feel of the dress on your skin,
Consuming my soul, I'm placing it in.
Frenzied love making, my ardor it burned,
Around the bed, new moves I have learned.
Finally placed you under my spell,
Your spasming body, turned into gel.
The madness is passing, get closer and hold,
Give me you body, your soul you have sold,
I have the contract, you've signed on the line,
Let's have another go, I'll make you feel fine!
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GIRLS
Did nature make anything more beautiful than a girl?
Silk hair bouncing, the ends have soft curl.
Skin as soft as the pedal of a rose,
Eyes enchanting, never want them to close.
Two lips enticing, watching them move,
Silky red lipstick gets on my groove.
Some women's lips, they like to pout,
When laid upon you, you may want to shout!
Subtle curves, all down the neck,
Smooth and appealing, it makes me a wreck!
Continuing south, we stop at the chest,
Round and firm, I like them the best.
Stand and salute, point towards the sky,
Kissing and fondling can get you real high.
The back and the stomach can be overlooked,
Sleek and shapely, my hands in the nook,
Of her lower back, both seductive and hot,
A little further down, is an erogenous spot.
Her sweet tender box, the ultimate prize,
To kiss and caress, brings tears to my eyes.
Inject into it her prize, throbbing manly delight,
Making love to a woman is a wonderful sight.
Pushing and grinding, the sweat on the ground,
Tape your love making session, a wondrous sound.
The question remains, words soar and they swirl,
Is there beauty on the planet, that compares to a girl?
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SATAN
Beelzebub is just one name,
What they stand for is all the same.
Cast out of heaven for not following the rules,
The bowels of the universe, molten lava for pools.
How does it feel to burn night and day,
Or is freezing cold, truly hells way.
Are you alone, I would say no,
But short of souls, definitely so.
God gives his children the chance to repent,
Until the last moment, the reaper is sent.
I'm sure you throw parties, good times do abound,
But never again to hear harps sweet sound.
It may be a sin, but I pity your soul,
Only you have the power and total control.
Over dank dark places, no one wants to live,
Why not ask god, to look fast and forgive.
He is a great being, full of wisdom and is just,
Forget all the struggles, in the past they are dust.
Let him know over is the war,
Souls you'll release, and torture no more.
Pray for forgiveness, I know he will hear,
It may take a while, even several year.
But god loves all his flock, and Satan its true,
Scream to the heavens, and no more are you blue.
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Her heart I'm told, is covered with steel,
A product she says, of many a raw deal.
So begins the process of starting to heal
Began already, we had our first meal.
As happiness begins, away with the steel
Love replaces metal, the heart again can feel.
Take care to those that melt free the heart,
If damaged again it may break apart.
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