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A Chemical Compound
in an orderly manner.
They're found on the ground,
classified by a scanner.
An outcrop in Costa-Rica -
many of these contain Silica.
Some are even Volcanic-
explosions are quite manic.
Its just like Me and You!
Special, Unique and some blue.
Igneous, Sedimentary, Metamorphic too-
I've heard that before, like de-ja vu!
It is Sharp or Smooth,
It is like a Bone,
It can be found in a Booth,
But what really is STONE?
originally written ~ 13/2/17
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The opening day I remember clearly.
The last, I will treasure dearly.
My last year was the worst
I wish I could travel to the past.
The happy faces from the first,
To the sobbing tears of the last.
Today, I opened the door to the future
And close the door to the past!
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Don't let them fool you,
I mean the pretty lights of course-
However they're horrible to listen to,
the loud bangs sound furious!
They dazzle in the night-
to everyone's delight!
But see how they run away,
from the flame that set them alight.
They light up like the suns ray,
lighting up the black night.
They flee from the heat,
cause harm to a mans touch
the line-up is too neat
as young make effort to clutch.
So remember, remember
the fifth of November
the plot had its reason,
to commit that awful treason.
originally written ~ 5/11/16
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Back of the room I sat.
An eye on every rat.
Trying to do math.
The date is a Summation-
Number 1 is three times nine,
Number 2 is even and prime.
I'll give you the last-
twenty seventeen.
The Eagle eye for chewing gum.
Get your head down, do that sum!
originally written ~ work it out ~
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They knock you up,
your class of twenty-seven.
They may-be a pain in the butt!
When we leave, you'll think its heaven!
Some you will dearly miss-
the quiet and the loud.
Most will leave you with bliss
and you'll be so proud!
We leave you- just before summer-
Dry those tears, you'll recover!
We hope to see you at prom
because after that- we're gone!
So we will say your sincerely-
and you will be missed dearly!
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Love, what is Love?
Love can be compared to a dove.
A dove is eloquent and white,
that comparison gave me a fright.
Yes, Yes it is true,
I have been loved-
once by you.
Cheered up and been hugged.
Its a shame you couldn't stay.
Its a shame you ran away.
People change and they go,
like a Violin playing its Bow
-You never told me why,
I thought it was a lie,
You Slammed the door in may face,
for My Heart you, will Never embrace!
originally written ~ 10/2/17
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nostalgia -
The word that means you long for the past.
The moment that always goes too fast.
A feeling you want to return to.
A heart break that spills you.
A sob of tears,
or one two many beers.
Its the feeling that we return to
when lost and not knowing what to do!
originally written ~ 5/5/17
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His English Blood
Mixed with the soil
he's covered with mud
serving alongside a Royal
Standing strong with thee
A body of an English Man
where's the Royalty?
When fighting for every man!
In War we fight,
but why and what for?
We do it with all our might.
I Hate this God Damn War!
originally written ~ 13/2/17
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To love or not to love?
From the skies above,
to the hole in my heart,
i never want us to depart.
Your hair as red as a Rose,
as it is you I chose!
To be the one I love,
to be my other dove!
My love for you
will be stronger as two.
I want you to be happy
on the road of Shaganappi.
The universe will not compare
as your beauty is so rare.
Like a 1800's wine,
so will you be mine?...
originally written ~ 17/3/17
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