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Come forth the morning.
Bring in a new dawn.
Let the Sunbeams,
create brightness and shadow,
while making us warm,
may a warm rain appear, as
the garden is thirsty.

I will write things
about words and how,
they will play against,
one and another.

Isn't it hard?
Isn't it just,
when you
find a new love,
it isn't enough.
Draw forth the comments,
tell us we're wrong,
you won't get well here,
for you don't belong.

There is no need
for you to sit there,
with your pompous attitude,
and when you don't care.

Give it a rest,
you said to me,
but I cannot do it,
so please let me be.

Let me enjoy life's joys
for if I don't, my mind
plays not with toys.

Why?
If you are a just God,
why does this disease,
happen to good people?
Please tell me, so I
can understand, for
I do not, at the moment

The light,
the shadow,
meld into grey,
A colorful spot,
who's to say?

I love you, strange you are,
as we await the end of day.
I will always love you,
until I have gone away.

I do not like masks,
but I am aware,
they are a necessary,
part of today's life.
I do find the masks,
bring forth, a sensuality,
when you see the
eyes above the mask.
They are enticing.
Not many pleasures
in this life we know.

When night arrived,
the Sun slid
into the sea.
I was looking
for you, as
you looked for me.
It was then
I noticed you,
all decked out,
with a new Beau.

A line up
of walkers,
with wheels,
at the dining area,
are awaiting,
the evening meal.
Unlike Pavlov's dog,
no bells,
but attendants,
will knock on
their door, saying,
"Dinner".

Red was the Fox,
scurrying on the ground,
trying to escape from
pursuit by a hound.
The Fox, was sly
as a fox can be,
thought," I can hide,
you'll never find me,
under a log."
Hidden, up tight,
the Fox stayed hidden,
to avoid having to fight.
After the hound passed by,
he came out of hiding,
for as a Fox, he was sly.

I missed the season.
A season now gone.
T'was supposed to be Spring,
but it passed us by,
with little rain,
except for the tears cried.

It makes me worry,
when it does appear.
A Medic One vehicle,
appears in my rear-view mirror.
The siren wasn't working.
flashing lights were near,
so I stepped on the gas
to get the heck out of here.

It's been said,
"Don't go to bed mad,"
so, I didn't.
I didn't go to bed.
My patience, is close to
the end. I will stay
and fulfill my role.