A Holiday Poem
The weekend is a holidayA time to lay down work and playA time to frolic in the sun.As birdies chirp and beezies hum I wonder if we’ll finally chooseWhat all the family wants to...
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The weekend is a holidayA time to lay down work and playA time to frolic in the sun.As birdies chirp and beezies hum I wonder if we’ll finally chooseWhat all the family wants to...
Write like nobody’s watching Live like nobody cares. The secret is just to keep breathing To creep up on life unawares. The answer was always inside you. The secret was hidden in dreams. The...
I saw you yesterdayYou didn’t see me. You were busy sharing glancesI remembered how we used to beBroken limits. Stolen chances. I stood and watched a whileYou seemed happy. I rememberedHow you used to...
When I grow up I will have a pony and it will let me ride on it and play games with it and it will wear armour When I grow up I will be...
LatelyTime has gone awayI usedTo have the time to playNow the day justseems to pass me byNow I haveno time to wonder why LatelyI seem to move too fastThere’s no way to make the...
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