Helena MayStanley

Life is like a poem,
sometimes short and sweet,
sometimes long and dreary
and sometimes incomplete.
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There once was a garden gnome,
sitting on the ground alone.
He was wacked on the head,
and then pronounced dead,
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The candle flickers in the night,
showering the space in it's light.
Brightening up the blackend sky,
singing it's sweet lallaby.
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Milo is sleeping safe and sound,
Resting upon the soft fluffy ground.
Her snores compose a rhythmical song,
All through the night they carry on.
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There once was a dog named buddy,
he was ridiculous funny.
He sniffed at a tree,
and went for a pee,
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