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Heather Weinberger Poem
Different that's me.
Different that's all you see.
I'm not like you, I'm not the same.
You think I'm different you think I'm lame.
You don't know me and you don't care.
You think you see all that's there
You just stand there and ignore,
never realizing that there's more,
but wer'e really no different inside.
You can realize if you decide.
You can choose not to see,
but the truth is you're really no different than me.
Copyright © Heather Weinberger | Year Posted 2005
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Heather Weinberger Poem
I look outside and I see
the cloudy sky.
What I see ordaninarily
and I don't know why.
I look out and I wonder,
Why can't there be a hurricane?
Why can't there be thunder?
or even rain,
or a cool breeze.
Why isn't it spring
I feel at such unease.
I look out and wish for the sun,
or anything the weather will bring,
but I see no new weather, none.
Copyright © Heather Weinberger | Year Posted 2005
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Heather Weinberger Poem
Sumer vacation, what does it mean?
The time when flowers spring and leaves turn green.
The time to go to the ocean shore
or some far away island to explore.
It's the time to go to a paradise
or just vacation anywhere tropical or nice.
Everyone is happy within
and upon there face there lies a grin.
In fact the only bad thing about summer,
is when it's over, it's such a bummer.
Copyright © Heather Weinberger | Year Posted 2005
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Heather Weinberger Poem
She sits a lone all by herself,
never bothered by anyone else.
She sits and watches the rain
Some say that she's insane,
but she's never bothered by others.
All a lone no sisters or brothers.
No one knows here, no one cares.
Every one just passes her and she just stares.
She sits a lone no one knows why.
She just sits there without a sigh.
Copyright © Heather Weinberger | Year Posted 2005
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Heather Weinberger Poem
I watch as the glittering sun rises up
and I see what this day could become
I see the oppurtunity in all the challenges I
will encounter.
I see the incredible journeys I will go
through.
I see all the wonders of what this day could
be,
and i'm anxious for the new day.
Copyright © Heather Weinberger | Year Posted 2005
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