Miscelleaneous

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"All the love whirls a lover; Does you bush still burn for me?
And I swear to have none over; Light a candle on my tree.
The wick I dipped at even side returns to haunt my midnight dreams.
No shims are left for me to hide, for clothes are never what they seams.
I dived into your pearly tones
And downed myself within the ink;I bate the fish that has no bones
And brake the chain that has no link"
"Hapgood Graves" from "Love Songs" by Lawrence Sanders

I always thought that I would write
some truly profound poetry,
and paint a picture that would
show the beauty of the things I see.
Now I am old. My time is gone.
The lovely things I had to say
are lost forever to this world.
Like morning mist they've passed away.
I've washed, I've mopped, I've dusted too.
I've canned and cooked the food we ate.
Now this advice I have for you I hope it is not oo late.
Don't spend your time on work alone,
for when they lay you in your grave
they'll go and buy a nice tombstone with all the money that you save.
So use your gifts with paint and pen
to change the destiny of men.
We don't live on just bread and drink
but also by the thoughts we think.
"Advice" by Mary Rauch

"Don't fall in love, don't fall in love,
Take wings and soar to find it.
Fly high above to pledge your love,
and give a kiss to bind it."
"Hapgood Graves" from "Love Songs" by L. Sanders

Heartbeat
Thumping, pitterpat,wondering where it's at,
heartfelt, heartsweet, sweet dreams, heart beat,
precious music in my ears, hand to hold to still my fears,
loving footsteps in the night, treasured hopes forever bright,
brightest love, gift from on high, gentlest sweetest lullaby,
miracle of tiny feet, born of one single precious beat,
singing sweetest little song, my heart to yours will e'er belong,
this final bond, this tie so sure, from our love so strong and pure,
now whisper softly while babe sleeps, our love will always ever keep,
and as the magic star dust soars,
my heart is ever always yours.
Danielle Steele

WHAT GOD DID NOT PLAN ON
Sleep well, weep well, go to the deep well as often as possible.
Bring back the water,jostling and gleaming.
God did not plan on consciousness deveoping so well
Well, tell him our pail is full...
Stan Rice

THE OFFERING
To the somethingness which prevents the nothingness
like Homer's wild boar from thrashing this way and that
Its white tusks through human beings
Like crackling stals and to nothin less
I offer this suffering of my father. Stan Rice

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