Jack Arnold Poems

The lakehouse, we are on our way,
The car ride feels like an eternity in the baking sun,
When we arrive the grass feels like a perfectly fluffed pillow,
We see the soft waves rolling across the lake,
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I see you everyday, some days you're so open and voluminous,
Somedays I can not Turn You Off
You gentle caring, beast of slaying,
Go from Flowers and Daisies to,
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There once was an old man named fred
His friend said he had a big head
Him and his dog
Lived in a bog
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