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 There is no question of despair Till for me there is someone dear My pleasures and sorrows to share I do not feel I am alone Along with... [read more] |
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Sickening, dry and dreary air Soil was thirsty, barren and bare It was scorching, sizzling hot Coolness all and sundry sought Blazing h... [read more] |
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You met me many years past To be a darling of my heart I loved you and you loved me too And you said we would never part You are a girl of... [read more] |
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Where there is will, there is a way Where there is skill, there is a say Where there's no life, there is no strife Where there's no stri... [read more] |
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With a passion I have to reveal What I conceive or what I feel When I am soaring at the wheel The Milky Way is my poesy A gu... [read more] |
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Your tears may be greater Than all the seven seas If these flow on one's anguish Or sorrows you can't cease Your tears are much prettie... [read more] |
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I am thirsty but will not take Soft drinks or water clean and neat I am hungry but would not have A dish of rice or bread of wheat I a... [read more] |
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Why do the people celebrate Or elevate Their merriments Their rejoicings Their festivals With fireworks Why are the people enchanted With f... [read more] |
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Witness nature under the sun How wonderful and well-done! Wow! gaze at the pretty dolphin Look at the deer how they run But shoot with camer... [read more] |
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We cannot fight with any web site that is “timed-out” And out of reach Time is so fast Present is past With every fleeting moment We hav... [read more] |
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Wig, wig, wig…… What a fine wig you have! What a strange wig you have! What a great wig you have! You are bigwig! ! ! Not only I am fon... [read more] |
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When I asked her who was she She said, “I am Ayiyiyi” Not ABC nor XYZ But she was only Ayiyiyi Though many problems she fostered From all no... [read more] |
 Gone is the leisure of long summer days when the horizon is buried in a tepid haze. Gone are the mirages cutting asphalt in two; cold fills... [read more] |
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Popcorn, seagulls fly Squawk and argue in the blue For the puffy bits Sand rubs under foot Heat and grit urge us to dance Into splashing su... [read more] |