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Dante Asci Poem
Ah how I love being the eldest of the bunch at home.
The power I bestow upon the ones much littler than I.
Oh how I can manipulate the ones that were unlucky to be born after me.
I never have to get up off the couch.
Food is brought to me on a silver platter.
Always in charge when the parents of our household are out.
I hardly ever have to lift a finger.
Too bad I have an older sister (in college).
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Dante Asci Poem
The wind blows as the night gets old,
And rain comes down softly and swiftly.
The trees dance as the storm hits.
Lightning and Thunder striking them down
Like little kids do with block towers.
The forest is filled with the melody of the animals;
The owls hooting, deer roaming, and running away from the storm;
And the wolves howling at the moonless night.
As the storm breaks down, the noise quickly gets quieter
As the forest falls asleep again.
Copyright © Dante Asci | Year Posted 2016
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Forget-Me-Nots take this gun,
End my suffering and murder me.
Murder me here, or cry out.
Where lillies dance in gentle breeze
To a butterfly's caressing tease
And lilacs whisper pretty please
Just murder me!
Copyright © Dante Asci | Year Posted 2017
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