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A snake, a serpent,
a dragon, for three,
sat in a circle,
trying to see.

What was the reason,
for our visibility,
which was one of fear,
when it should not be.

We are good creatures,
we know it is true,
but our images were destroyed.
How do we fix? What can we do?

Remove from the Fables,
which soils our name.
Give us some credit,
which we can retain.

Make stuffed animals,
which are scary, not.
Give it your all,
for it's all we've got.

Alas and alack,
the deal wasn't made,
so be careful outside,
don't lay in the shade.

Dance to the full moon,
letting everyone know,
a bright day is coming,
so, gather friends for the show.

Moonlight dancing, from
a long-ago life,
was filled with romance,
when courting a wife.

What in the world,
was I thinking of?
A new life, with another,
when there wasn't any love.

At least not on my part,
I retreated from there,
for It's not my job,
to go everywhere.

Write for me on the morrow.
Write for me today.
Write to me about love,
Which will not go away.

If you write within the window,
of any early, evening moon,
it means you will be with me,
ere tomorrows, noon.

A prolific writer,
who does simple prose,
using Winters physical light.
Costly, I suppose.

What kind of man,
what kind of brain,
would write about others,
while his world would remain.

He was a happy man,
with, a sadness inside,
where memories were born,
after a love had died.

Sometimes a small thought can
manifest itself into a fantasy.
I should re-write this into a story.

Trip the light fantastic,
please don't fall out of bed,
for I need to see you,
before you have fled.

Please tell me tomorrow,
if you still feel this way.
If you don't, I'll understand,
then I'll go away.

You mean more to me,
than my words can say.
If the feeling is mutual,
then, here I'll stay.

Do you think it's right,
to pass judgement on me?
Found all of my flaws,
so, you can now, see?

When your hatred,
exceeds ice in a iced tea,
you will be a sinner,
The same as me.

Don't say you love me,
even if you do,
I will vanish now,
and there will only be you.

It was year 2001,
we knew nothing,
about, what was to come.
We were happy,

the Century was done.
We, never thought,
we'd see the World succumb.
Yet here we are,
my wife is gone,
and I must pretend,
to live my life, like a song.

When it is over,
will you relent,
or have the damages,
left you with your nose bent?

Anger, should be,
to understand,
except when your feet,
are stuck in the sand.

We are Actors,
in our own life's plays.
We play actors in life,
until the end of days.

Our roles, all different,
as they should be,
for we are all players,
in the scenes, we see.

I hope we are called lovers,
by all who we know
and the love is truthful,
once it's decided to go.

I'm happy to know you,
and for all which you do.
My heart, bursts with joy,
whenever I see you.

You are not my love,
to take.
I'm so sorry, if,
your heart, I break.