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The enduring heart, is my love for you,
No matter what you say or do.
Our daily talks are hard for me.
I can't imagine what they do to thee.
This dread disease is a terrible affliction,
That affects your own good diction.
There is no patience on your part,
So I must do all I can
And do it now, not in ten,
To help you through these sad days
And bring a peace to your mind.
This I do for you, in kind.

A little lizard lived in the sand
Under a rock, in an arid land.
Hiding in the coolness, his hiding site,
Waiting for the darkness, comes the night.
Scurry, scurry, then stop and stare,
Making sure no snake is there.
Find some insects or other food,
Then hurry back to where he stood.
Crawl under the rock, to sleep away
And be ready for a new day.

I'm in the mud up to my knees.
I know that my Mom would not be pleased.
Wiggling my legs, feeling the sea breeze,
I slip out of my boots
As easy as you please,
I now feel mud, between my toes.
The smell of the mud, so not like a Rose,
But more like today, the smell of decay.
I pull up each boot out of the mud,
One at a time and wipe off my feet,
Freeing them of grime. I'll have to
Go clamming again;
Some other time.

Somewhere, in the darkest night,
While other children, are sleeping tight,
Children are locked in a squalid cell.
Unsanitary, abusive place of hell.
Treat the children as your own.
Provide them care, food and sanitation.
Demonstrate how great our Nation
really is. Not this treatment,
For it's not what we do with those
Children who wear unwashed clothes.
Fix this problem or you will see,
Your name forever etched in history.

Where to go. What to do.
My life's a mess, nothing new.
The one I love, will soon arise,
Bringing forth a new surprise.
Will she remember about her life
And recall she's my wife?
I don't know, but this I must
Be aware . In God I trust.

My mind is gone.
My soul lies barren
On the ground alone.
The fear inside of me,
Will soon overcome my core
Strength. I weep through
Tearless eyes and yet
Cannot deny or answer why.

The puppet goes
To meet his master
Stringless disaster

Those precious memories
of joy and glee,
remind me of why
I love thee.
The life we loved,
that life we had
has left us now,
but don't be sad.
For no matter what
will happen now,
we will manage to
stay together,
me and you.

I'm on the ground
Down on my knees,
Covered with filth,
Fighting off fleas.
What did I do
To deserve this fate,
But come to America
To improve my state.
A terrible thing, this, you see.
It's happening now
And it's happening to me.

My mind is slow
Like an antique clock.
All I have now
Is Tick, no Tock.
What do I do
With my writer's block?
When my mind Ticks
But does not Tock?

Mass of Daisies
In a state of new bud
Standing tall.

I'll not write of snakes or fleas,
As I prefer the birds and bees.
Nature provides all with many a thing,
Some with beauty and some that sing.
The color we see, in the morning light,
That disappears in the darkest night,
As life goes on, a single item.
It's a great World, ad infinitum.