Pamela lutwyche Poems

Grandma and grandpa need an iron,
they’re such a wrinkly pair.
I am sure they weren’t that crumpled,
the last time I was there.
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Who is that in the mirror?
Surely, that’s not me,
I’m not seeing my own reflection,
Oh no, this can not be.
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If I were a tree,
and someone made a swing on me,
I would enjoy their laughter.
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As the pictures were being taken of the bride and groom, the bride’s maids and pageboys were waiting for their turn to be on the photographs. The children were running around all excited about the day. There were people taking their own photographs and there were lots of big smiles all around. Some people were wearing big fancy hats. Everyone was in their best clothes and wearing nice shiny shoes.
There were people, who had not seen each other for a very long time and they were getting up to date about what had happened since the last time they had seen each other.
The weather started to turn cold, especially in the shade, so now one of the bride’s maids needs Dad’s coat to keep herself warm.
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This is how it all began.
Why reindeers are pulling Santa's sleigh.
There are nine little reindeers
and Rudolph has always lit the way.
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There was an old lady
She went up in a balloon,
She went to have a dance
With the man from the moon,
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CHRISSAM WITCH
SAT IN HER ROCKING CHAIR
WITH A SNAKE IN HER HAND
SHE WAS GOING NO WHERE
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The pain of love can be bad,
sometimes it can be very sad.

It can hurt and rip you inside
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As I was walking through a wood, I came across a clearing, there on a hillside my eyes met a vision. There were thousands of golden daffodils. Each flower had an angel sitting by its side and they were softly blowing into the trumpet of the bloom. Their wings were fluttering with the sway of the breeze and they were wearing colourful delicate silks, which enhanced the different golden heads of the flowers. The gentle music caressed my ears.
I stood in wonderment listening to a sound I had never heard before. A congregation of angels harmonized with the trumpets of the daffodils.
I watched as one by one the angels slowly ascended towards heaven. The music slowly getting softer until the very last angel was left standing there. She looked at me and with a sparkle and a twinkle she was gone…
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Let me tell you a secret,
one, which is quite true.

I am from another planet,
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