As dawn spreads her rosy fingers
And brings her veil across the sky
Her colourful display lingers
With golden gleams and reds up high
...
A waste of time is what he thought
And that is what he said to me
To sit composing poetry
Is worth a little more than nought
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She said goodbye to Aunt Milia
She stooped and gave her two filia
I heard the sadness in her voice
Her heart no longer could rejoice
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A haven lush and green
Amid the dusty dry fields
With shade from summer sun
A rustic peaceful scene
...
I think I have the flu
I have this constant cough
I need a lemon brew
I certainly feel off
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A perfect sphere, a perfect globe
With tough and orange skin
Which covers like an outer robe
Refreshing juice that is within.
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There was a time when youth was mine,
When I had sparkle in my eyes
And life, oh life was so much fun,
And you and I and all did shine.
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I took a train and travelled to the past.
It sped along the iron track in haste.
The images I saw were played too fast
And on and on the locomotive raced.
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I love my room
Its welcome gloom
Its solitude
Its attitude
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