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"I look around
and the objects I see,
no longer look
familiar to me."

There is no mercy,
with this terrible disease.
It can not be,
for if there were justice,
the diseased would be me.

A Dime, a Nickle
or fifteen cents.
When I write
do you think I'm dense?
I have a brain
and then somehow
I wait and know
you will disavow,
the reason for
this pursuit in life,
for I miss you,
my beautiful wife.

If we don't vote,
the republicans out,
there will be no democracy,
to talk about.
So please ask your friends
and neighbors too,
in this election,
please vote, Blue.

Leave us now,
you liar, you,
for we don't like
you, as others do.
The hate; it pours
from out your mouth
as your re-election
is heading South,
at least I hope
and I pray,
you won't be in office
on inauguration day.

A floor,
a door,
four walls,
will do.
A place
to meet
with you,
says who?
I miss
your smile
and say,
stay here,
all day.

I write the words that come to me.
They cost nothing; for you they're free.
My desire, to bring your interest a voice,
For if I do I will soon rejoice.
Rejoice with you my reader friends
And wait for me to make amends.

My Mother would often say, did she,
"You will be the death of me."
I challenged as a boy when doing chores
I loved my Mother, as you should love yours.

I write of sadness, my current style.
I will write for joy in a little while.
I hope and pray that all of you
Will like the writings that I do
Even if I say, please Vote Blue.

He was quite little.
He was quite small.
He was the tiniest dog
And that wasn't all,
For his spirit brave
Against the World.
No rant or rave,
For this stray boy
As he was only
A small stuffed toy.

I am with you
night and day,
for you're the reason
and why I stay.
You may not recall
our past life,
but it's OK
for your my wife.
What are the memories
but a glimpse of the past
and the way we
remember our history
together, as years
passed. I see
you, as you slowly
slip silently away.
There is little I can do,
but I will say,
"Stay with me too,
for as long as you can,
for when you leave
I will be lonely again."
That is a selfish
reason for me
when your going away
will sadness be.

I do not like you,
Trump, the man,
for you lie faster
than any man can.
You say you're smart;
it's not the case,
for you are a scourge
of the Human Race.