Philo Yan Poems

A drop of rain
on your window pane
does not mean to say
that a thunderstorm
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There are tears of sadness
and tears of joy,
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When the skin is pushed aside
We are all the same inside
Made of bones, organs, veins and blood
pumped by a muscle, moving heart
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And away he goes with his silliest of dough
Down the road, up the hill and valleys below
He does his best when he's on the go
He's kinda crazy sweet and silly, I know....
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And so it goes
that once we know
It's all or nothing
in us that show
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If the moon could truly speak,
what fantastic tales it can reveal in Greek.
And the tall pine tree can only sneak a peek
from far below up to the skies wondering
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Among the natives she stood out
Others have stripes, spots, polka dots
She is square it's clear, no doubt
Surest strides without no thoughts
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A self appointed helper to help someone be
A helper also need someone to go to plea
A helper gives so much of him to others, see
A helper also need friendly care occasionally
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Let's do the rain dance, me and you
Let's don a raincoat and jaunty hat
Kicking, stomping water that
splashes high and getting wet
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