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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.

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.

The long and short of it all is,
I don't care for this mental whiz,
that tells us the Spanish Flu of 1918,
is what ended WWII, which started
in 1938. Sweet Louise, as someone said,
is this man now brain dead?

I sometimes wish, I had been born blond.
Wait; I was that color when I was young.
The hair I have, is now quite grey,
It could be white, some people say.
I love my hair but it is so fine,
It floats in my face, time after time.

A Mind can be a terrible thing
for the wildest thoughts it can bring.
Do you agree? Can you not see
when sometimes it gets the best of me?

Can you be in love with another,
And another and another, not your Mother?
Does this make you, "Fickle" or to be,
Just a lost Soul, in our humanity?

A time for now
A time for then.
I'll tell you how,
Just don't pretend
To know nothing about
Crazy Donald with rants,
Raves and lies he shouts.
He cares not, but he pants
With insults while he pouts.
Grow up, you spoiled Brat.
Your not a King
And that is that.

The candle flickers. My thoughts
do too, for I am remembering
the best part of you and our
short time together, just us two.
Where did the time go?
What kept us apart?
I can't recall the specifics of
passion, now gone,
nor of the time when we
fought. Those times were
blessed with me. Perhaps
the reason, we parted ways
was because of my thoughtless
forays of life, not meant for
me. I took the cowardly
way out by going to Sea
as I filled my service obligation
in the United States Navy.

The Witch rode in, on a
broom so thin,
showing the blue-green color
of her wrinkled up skin.
A pointed hat sat on her head,
was black as night.
Opening her mouth, she said
"Come here my lovely child,
come now to me
and I'll make you famous
in this Worlds Fable History.

At times I am lame.
No; not in that way.
Just a naive person
as I was, one lonely day.
She called to me
from a table, quite near,
wanting to know
if I'd like a beer.
She said, "Call me Ann,
I am your server today."
I nodded my head,
she left, walking away
and brought me a beer
in a long Pilsner glass.
It was then I knew
I now must confess,
I had been here before,
for they all knew my name
as I came through the door.
Why can't I remember?
Or not know at all,
when I entered the chamber
just off the hall.

Dizzy I am,
from drinking the wine,
poured from the bottle,
with fruit from the vine.
The fruit is crushed now,
in to a juice so fine.
Rich is the color,
the smell is divine
from the Godly nectar,
in this glass, mine.

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