poem
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Can it be really so I just do not know How is it that people have lost Their sense of love and empathy Seems they have become so immune And desensitised to so much Have we forgotten we are miracles Part of one race, from the one love Have we lost our way in distraction…
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I must confess My health is not at its best, I have felt better More or less, Yet carry on I know I must, In my spirit I must trust And better days will come they must And in those days I will appreciate The sense of good health every day. Via:Daily Prompt: Confess
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I am too tired to care Yet somehow I will be there Through hell and high water Through wind and the rain I am so tired to tired to care But here I am again and ready to share your burdens.
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Give me warmth from the cold That chills me to the bone Give me courage to go on As I wend my way back home Feeling frail, ill and weak I have no energy to speak Get me home to the warmth of the hearth.
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With a sigh she felt herself contemplating the thoughtful stories in her she was narrating but thoughts of sensuality kept coming back just to tease her mind kept wandering off to different places. She sat back in her chair brushed back her long brown hair and pondered for a moment about how she was feeling…
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Cherish your health More than you cherish wealth Understand that material things Mean so very little in the end When your health’s in decline And you lose lose your peace or state of mind. Cherish everyday that you wake up And know that some people do not have such luck Rich or poor death does…
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Are you alive or dead? Are you content with being fed Misinformation Or do you question everything And show your inquisitiveness Are you awake or sleeping Check your pulse Check your heart is beating Are you accepting Or do you see things need changing Are you just along for the ride Or are you trying…
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Dark morning harsh wind Snow is steadily falling I am the only one about Everything is quiet in this town Yet I go about my day More work to earn some pay Most people still warm in their beds in my town So maybe that’s why I wear a frown. New Year is coming and…
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You look at me So small and meek And you think and believe That you can control me You think I will be grateful For all that you do Through your oppressive rules. Well I believe in existentialism I believe we create our own prisons When we accept domestication by you I choose to live…
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