Kelsey Draeger

Life, what a wonderful thing.
We live to love, and we live to hate.
The gift, which was given from above.
We live to lean on one another.
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I am sad.
my family tries to help me.
but my sadness cannot clear up,
for it is a disease.
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Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor i.
But we can feel the windy breeze.
As it hits between our knees.
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Pecans, pecans, what a wonderful nut.
Even when you pick them your finger gets cut.
But happily, it's worth it in the end.
For you can pick them with your best friend.
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My dear old little aunt clementine
She promised me that she was fine
Then when she fell at the hand of a mime
she collapsed; my poor dear clementine.
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She walks
mysterious
a lone wolf
she dashes, quick
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The end is near, I cannot wait
to swim in waters crystal blue
to sleep in deep and sleep in late
and awake after the day grows new.
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Weakness.
That is our truth. At least, that is MY truth.
In the end, that is all I will add up to.
No sugar coating it, no more lying to myself or you or the world.
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'The teacher says, 'quiet down class, or detention for you'.
Then i said, ''Please dear teacher, let me explain'.
'We talk so loud, for we want it to rain'.
'We will talk and talk, then soon it will give up'.
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I went to Norfork Lake.
Got carsick on the way.
I liked the water, it was warm.
In the middle of May.
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The winter is cold
The wind starts to blow
The trees start packing
For the new fallen snow
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Oh, What a cute kitty,
Oh, what a cutie pie.
I just want to pet her,
I do not know why.
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It is that one day, the earth will shine apon Thee.
And we will see, the love He has,
to share with you and me.
He who has given us, the chance to love Thee.
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I once heard a bell ring, as my brother said his last words.
At the sound of the bell, i saw it to be,
that life can fly, above to earth and beyond.That was a happy day, that sad day.Lifes were lost, lifes were given,
new meanings of which to live.I was happy, and i was sad.
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I hoped that one day, you would come home.
But you never came.
I heard you tell me, you loved me.
I heard you say, don't cry.
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you are what you write,
weather its about love or hatred,
peace or hitler,
life or death,
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