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Up stood the Devil,
grabbing me by the hand,
"Come with me, my Son,
to the Promised Land."

I withdrew my hand,
walking away from He,
Saying, "Leave me alone,
just let me be."

Walking away, faster than most,
saying a prayer
to our redeemer
and the Holy Ghost.

"Into the breech"
she said to me.
So into the breech
it will be.
Stand up to tyranny,
every single day.
It won't be long;
it will go away.

Away we will go,
like a kite in the wind.
Into the bluest of blue
in the cloudless sky.
Flit to the branch
of a new, growing tree,
catching the Sun
as it passes by.
Nothing could be more
grand, for those eyes
of mine to see,
a reflection in your eyes,
and an image of me.

The broad fields of green and gold,
with mountains high, that enfold.
the blue of lakes in your eyes,
slowly, slowly will mesmerize
my mind and it's thoughts
with over powering scent
of those Forget Me Nots.

There is no room for egos.
There is no reason why.
There is only the present
and a time for us to try.

I write of tomorrow,
which may not come,
based upon testing you
and any outcome.
I know this now,
at my old age,
what it feels like,
when put in a cage.
Do not go anywhere.
Stay thee at home.
You do not have freedom
and can no longer roam.
Please stay inside,
away from a crowd.
Do what you can.
Don't speak out loud
about this terrible virus
unseen in the cloud.

Across this country, past the Great Divide,
through fields of grain, along the side
of rivers running high and wide,
we must fight a virus threatening life
of every parent's child, husband and wife.
Stay inside away from the shrinking crowd;
pray to Heaven, quietly or out loud.
Pray our government will come through for us,
pray for all, In God We Trust.

Please let me be.
Leave me alone.
Don't come to visit.
Don't even phone.
I choose not to talk
But be by myself,
A loner I am,
So I was told,
From the days of my youth
even now that I'm old.

You told me again
just like before.
"I know you don't like me,
not anymore".
She says that quite often;
I've heard it before,
"I know you don't like me,
not anymore".
I don't like her for what
she has become,
but I do love her,
every waking hour
and will love her today
and the day after tomorrow.
She cannot help the words
that she will say,
for there are no filters
to get in the way.

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You terrify me with your beautiful eyes.
I don't understand nor can I surmise
of the rapture I feel
when I hear your sighs.
Sighs of pleasure,
they were for me.
Oh help me now
for I soon must flee.
Flee from the eyes
making my pulse dance.
Free from the pain
of an ending romance.