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Frolicking through the woods pale light, elves do sing and fairies delight.
Searching for a hidden place, where pixies sing and children race.
Do beware the wicked trolls, who guard the bridge and steal your gold.
Cross the bridge and you shall find, the hidden gates once lost in time.
Read the runes in elven tongue, and the gates will open to a world still young.
Once inside you shall see, a mystical place that still remains free.
Enchanted queens with beautiful faces, who dance with grace in firm embraces.
Leprechauns count their pots of gold as wizards spin their tales of old.
Do not venture beyond this place, or goblins and orcs shall scar your face.
Winged dragons above they soar, breathing fire and loud they roar.
Venture not into the night, for banshees scream and cause you fright.
Witches mix their evil brews, and werewolves hunt in bloody broods.
So stay within the gated realm, where pleasures are many and beauty abounds.
3/8/2013
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Valiant we stand over enemies defined
The lives we laid down weigh heavy on our minds
Years of defiance, hatred and pain
The countless dead like drops of rain
Death and destruction, toil and despair
Fear from above as bombs fall through the air
War is defined as living in hell
to settle misgivings to which were compelled
Casualties of war, refugees in flight
Mothers embrace children as they cry in the night
War is a festering disease with nary a cure
Peace is a blessing we all can endure
let hatred end and peace reign supreme
before the world as we know it becomes only a dream
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O’er the battlements I do roam
in a place far away from my home.
Seeing first-hand the horrors of war
longing for peace from all the blood and the gore.
Sleep, it escapes me as I lie down for the night.
I still see the faces of the men I did smite.
Visions of soldiers I once called my friends
Lying dead on the fields, never to see home again.
Once great cities broken and crumbling away,
a terrible price for all who did pay.
Yet in the end as victors we stand
O’er the tyrants who ruled with strong hands.
Homeward we travel leaving behind
all the horrors of war to a place so sublime.
Our families they gather to carry us home
to write down our thoughts in the lines of a poem.
Still as we sleep the demons do come
to remind us of things we long to be gone.
Yet as we wake screaming in fright
we pray to the Lord to make it alright.
When does it end the horrors of war?
When the forces of evil are finally no more.
4/8/2013
Terry Burns
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Murder
Rape
Homosexuality
Theft
Abortion
Incest
Slothfulness
Racism
Greed
Idol Worship
Blasphemy
Genocide
War
Terrorism
Hate
Destruction
Annihilation
Lies
Broken Promises
Fear
Corruption
Suicide
Barbarism
Slavery
Prostitution
Bullying
Gambling
Jealousy
Where does it all end?
It ends Where Love begins.
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While you were out I started to think.
I thought so hard that it drove me to drink.
I drank so much that I fell on the floor
And when I got up I fell through the door.
I rolled off the porch and into the grass
And onto a nail that stuck in my ass.
I screamed in horror as I ran for the house
And as I ran in I tripped on a mouse.
As I was flying all up in the air
I landed atop my wife’s favorite chair.
The chair was now broken and fell to the floor
at the same moment that she walked through the door.
When I woke up I was outside my home
and staring right into the face of a gnome.
So if you ever sit down to think
don’t ever let it drive you to drink.
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Dinkley donker doffle, my momma made me some waffles.
They came out too hot and made me distraught
so instead she made me some boffles.
Dinkley donker doffle, my boffles were totally awful
so momma felt bad and awfully sad so she made me
some tinkly toffles.
Dinkly donker doffle, the tinkley toffles were thoughtful
but they made me turn red so she sent me to bed
I should have just taken the waffles.
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I’m in the doghouse now
I’m out singing with the cows
Well I made my baby mad
And I’m feeling rather sad
I’m in the doghouse now
I’m in the doghouse now
I’m in trouble and how
I went out on the town
And I acted like a clown
I’m in the doghouse now.
I’m in the doghouse now
She’s gonna put me to the plow
Well I was feeling pretty swell
Till they threw me in the jail
I’m in the doghouse now.
I’m in the doghouse now
I’m out singing with the cows
Well I made my baby mad
And I’m feeling rather sad
I’m in the doghouse now
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Hate Kills Love saves
Hate devours Love envelops
Hate rapes Love is pure
Hate overpowers Love is addictive
Hate removes reason Love brings reason
Hate angers Love understands
hate is violent love is gentle
Hate starts wars Love ends wars
Hate is a lie Love is truth
Hate cheats Love is fair
Hate is cold hearted Love warms the heart
Hate steals Love is given
Hate causes Jealousy Love trusts
Hate brings defiance Love brings Joy
Hate brings down buildings Love Moves mountains
Hate kills children Love brings new life
Hate maims Love heals
Hate tears families apart Love brings families together
The Devil is hate God is Love
Which do you prefer?
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Hillbilly hand jive is the name of this here song.
So why don't y'all come out here and help us sing along?
Yippy ki yay and howdy do.
Y'all put yer arms right in and I'll show you what to do.
First take yer finger and stick it up yer nose.
Grab yerself a juicy one and stick it tween yer toes.
Raise up them there arms and swing em in the air
then run yer fingers right through that greasy hair.
Hillbilly hand jive is what yer doin now.
Run over yonder and tip that sleepin cow.
Now that were havin fun lets run around the farm.
Jump into the water hole and let that catfish bite yer arm.
Now lets go watch some Nascar and drink us lots of beer.
Sneak up on yer better half and slap her on the rear.
Hillbilly hand jive is what we want to do
so while yer up there dancin, throw me that there brew.
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God, he provides for all of your needs,
the food that you eat and the air that you breathe.
He makes the leaves grow on all of the trees
and makes the tides surge in all of the seas.
He brings on the seasons all the year long
and sets to right all that is wrong.
He brings comfort to those who are down
and helps those who are lost to find their way home.
It is his power that makes the world turn
and the stars in the heavens with his light they do burn.
He made us from dust and drew our first breath.
He’s with us from the beginning to well beyond death.
His power is beyond all that we know
and although we are sinners he still loves us so.
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