MY GRATITUDE FOR THOSE CHAMPIONS OF THE BATTLEFIELD HELD WITHIN.. THE ONE WHICH SURELY FOLLOWS HORROR OF ATTACKING WHAT IS SANE… THAT THEY MAY HAVE PEACE IS MY FERVENT WISH AND DREAM..
5th Grade Limerick features Rover.. Mother Hubbard with a bone.. efforts as boys seek to laugh as men.. Uncle cool.. reform school wisdom.. Momma holds the key.. to high end education and the pen..
The ‘Bearded One’ some threaten guns.. live platitudes in fun sand to peaks speaks weakness in a lie.. Mistaken for attack.. some aim at his back.. for advertising mirrors.. and the sky..
Once while standing soapbox.. waxing vocal.. about days.. plays.. sagely writing of the moon.. predict what folks will do?.. depending on some yokel.. sometimes best truth is written in cartoons..
Precious walks.. honest talks.. love expresses life.. lovers grateful as when kittens play.. run the social circle newsy bluesy story there.. love holds when you do not like her way..
Relationships grow old life beckons seconds new.. old friend.. or mate is easy.. breezy cool.. aged as brandy fine.. good wine.. perfect as you…
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