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Dave Washburn Poem
Sugar's sweet and it's a treat that just can't be
denied
good for eatin' but left unsweetened bananas
can be fried
Savored things like onion rings can be a little
tempting
eat it not what you ain't got and you'll be a little
empty
Lemon sour has the power to draw a puckered
face
a twenty layered chocolate cake will leave you
full for days
Ice cubes are good for things but not for taking
baths
coconuts can be hard to pick unless you're a
giraffe
Life is filled with seasonings like even salt and
pepper
seasons come and seasons go and always
will forever
Copyright © Dave Washburn | Year Posted 2006
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Dave Washburn Poem
Nursery rhymes with silly lines make children laugh in summer time
bubbles blown from little sticks seem to pop so lickety-split
Lady Bugs in flower beds talk in shades of black and red
a froggy turns to baritone from a Lilly pad where he's at home
clouds adrift like cotton candy cross the sky with blue a-plenty
while oh so well that Summer sun takes a bow when he is done
then sells his song to an Autumn moon turning to a season new
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Dave Washburn Poem
Sometimes the wind blows sometimes there's rain
somtimes there are people who don't know your name
Sometimes coincidence is all that you see
when you walk down that path of curiosity
Sometimes people wish for things they don't have
sometimes there are people who just make you laugh
Once in a while the bells do not ring
at the church in the steeple on a quiet city street
sometimes...sometimes...sometimes
Ever wishing ever wanting sometimes
looking for an answer of some kind
Building sand castles on the shores
of the sea
As boats sail across the waters that be
lost in a day dream...
t's not what it seems sometimes
Candles are burning in the still of the night
lighting the way until they turn on the lights
Sometimes you'll be walking until heaven knows
when
but you turn around and you walk back again
Sometimes your shadow follows too close
some people talk to you some people don't
The bells started ringing in the steeple today
I'll get up Sunday morning and I'll walk that way
sometimes...sometimes...sometimes
Copyright © Dave Washburn | Year Posted 2006
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