Each year I fear a little less than last
as time erodes the terrors I have known.
No longer doomed to deem the die is cast,
though 'change for change's sake' is overblown.
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I cannot claim the cloak of innocence
for deeds I do no more, and yet... did once.
My catholic culture, quelled, still seems immense
contributing to this, , , deistic dunce.
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Darn tootin' these boys want shootin!
Dewey was the old town Bum
With patches on his britches
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Thank God I'm an Atheist ©
One fine night, in the middle of the day,
two atheists knelt down to pray.
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How can a cat connect, yet stay adrift?
How can it share a look that says so much?
The 'Cat''s acceptance of 'Us' is a gift
endorsed by letting carers dare to touch,
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The dragonfly decided not to land,
nor decorate his ornate garden pond.
It sought some other gardener's hallowed hand
across the lawn, the beck wall and beyond.
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I wondered, if the hero had been overweight or baldy
would women weep, perhaps lose sleep, o'er Tristan and Isolde?
And then I pushed derision from my vision of the plot
and asked my heart to seek the part, wherein the story got
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If Michael was a mentor and a friend
you'd think I should have known when he had died.
A year or so has skipped by since his end.
A year in which I've been pre-occupied
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To answer, 'What does 'Love' look like? ', we need
to ponder on where love itself exists.
Where does this cherished treasure choose to breed?
Within romantic hearts or fighter's fists?
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Apologies from the twisted minds of the newly senile
Never mind "fight the fat", it's the fatigue that brings us down.
Ripples of ridicule remain in view, from a panorama of pity,
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