Tor Magnor Solvang

The stars are scattered, dust of light,
Across a velvet, endless night.
A universe so vast and deep,
Where secrets sleep, and planets keep
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Sixty-six stories, a river so wide,
One message whispers, deep inside.

From Eden's dawn to Heaven's bright door,
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Secrets hidden for so long,
Stories whispered, right or wrong.
Now a light begins to gleam,
Old ties kept, behind the scene.
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A whispered word, on Patmos' shore,
John saw a King, forevermore.

Not just a past, a story told,
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From cradle small to final rest,
A lesson learned, a constant quest.
Life's gentle school, where we all grow,
A winding path, both high and low.
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A truck driver named Larry, bold and bright,
Had a dream that took flight, a funny sight.
A lawn chair, balloons, forty and five,
He thought he'd gently rise, just to thrive.
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If my dog could speak, you see,
This is what she'd say to me:

'Bowl is empty! Feed me now!
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A ladybug, so bright and bold,
Red, orange, stories to be told.
But wait, a trick the eye can play,
A fake one came along to stay.
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Alone in the wild, forty days long,
No friendly face, no comforting song.
Just sand and sky, and whispers within,
A battle fought, where shadows begin.
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The thinking machine, a growing seed,
Planted by us, a human need.
It learns and grows, beyond our sight,
A future built on day and night.
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Spirits whisper in the wind,
Through leaves of green, life begins.
River sings a gentle song,
Earth breathes, where we belong.
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Arthur, my friend, so close and true,
Though not the kind I would have drew.
Arthritis is his proper name,
A constant shadow, in this game.
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The world is weary, hearts are sore,
From battles fought and endless war.
A shadow falls on every land,
A brother turns against his hand.
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The honey badger, small and stout,
No fear resides within, no doubt.

Its skin is thick, a sturdy shield,
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Dusty feathers, legs so fleet,
Roadrunner on the desert street.
Cousin to the cuckoo kind,
But staying earthbound, hard to find.
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A shiny toy, a brand new car,
You clutch it tight, near and far.
You fear a scratch, a little dent,
Protecting it, Your time is spent.
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When shadows dance and day is done,
And quiet whispers softly run,
A gentle space, a cozy bed,
To lift your heart, your weary head.
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Little sparks in the dark of night,
Memories, shining, ever so bright.
Faces we love, voices we hear,
Moments held close, year after year.
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Eyes averted, gaze unfixed,
A silent nod to wrongs that mixed.
Believing sight, yet blind within,
You feed the beast where dark sins spin.
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Before the plow, before the seed,
When Earth was wild, a hunter's creed.
Blood type O, a river old,
A story in your veins unfolds.
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