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Make me home,
full of love and bliss,
but protect me, Dear Lord,
as I won't share a kiss.

Unless, of course, you,
choose to be,
the love of my life,
that works for me.

The mind wanders.

Creatures short,
Creatures tall.
When I was young,
I knew them all.

Round ones,
Square ones, all,
Were the same height,
large or small.

"Makes no sense,"
you said to me.
"To be the same height,
simply can't be."

I said, "You're right,
for the size you see,
looks exactly,
the same to me."

Were you ever lonely?
Did you think you'd see,
a black and white caterpillar?
I ask, for that was me.

I have changed,
now I can go up high,
pretty I am, as,
a black and white butterfly.

There was a little bit of nothing,
sitting in the road.
A small voice said, "Hey! I'm something,
My name is Alqaisis Toad."

"I'm a very small amphibian,
not much of a load,
but I know I'm something,
when I'm sitting on the road."

"Would you ever stop for me,
a stumpy amphibian, that tiptoed,
for this small amphibian,
who was sitting in the road?"

Remember to drive slowly,
when going to your abode,
for you may see small amphibians,
who like to sit on the road.

A backward look
and inward glance,
In a bar, searching for
a new romance.

Not the best
place to be,
if you're trying to
find a new reverie.

Floundering,
in a sea,
of unfulfilled dreams,
searching for thee.

When this life,
smacks you in the face,
turn the other cheek,
and your faults, embrace.

A single female,
had the most delectable lip,
made my new adventure,
a reasonable trip.

Does it make any sense,
to write about scents,
when you are thinking
about cents?

Since it's hard to explain,
or make any sense,
when you speak about
words, considered to be nonsense.

Her long, golden tresses,
spilled down from her head.
She put them in curlers,
before going to bed.

Why do we ask,
or talk about things,
because dating is great,
when you receive rings.

A gift from a lover,
a male friend,
adds sweetness to the pot,
when a love you amend.

Please understand,
Candy is dandy,
but liquor is quicker.
Jewelry is handy.

Waking with a pain,
in the back of my head.
Probably when talking,
it was something I said.

Waxing poetic about
words which I write.
Not always the best tactics,
could be, you may be right.