Jojoba Mansell Biography

On bleak days, with leaden skies,
when you don't know where to begin.
Your head hurts and your heart cries,
look for the sunshine within.
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A lion stole my pencil,
he held it in his teeth.
A lion with a pencil,
too much, beyond belief.
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A path is laid out ahead,
it forks before your feet.
A decision filled with dread,
uncertain of what you’ll meet.
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I strive to find a better me,
a person just and true.
I want to live and not just be,
to be decent through and through.
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Thunder booms through valleys deep,
lightning splits the sky.
Tonight the moon hangs blood red,
a disembodied eye.
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