Thursday, August 05, 2010

where are the snows of yesteryear
that fell so soft and white
and children played and parents sang
and all the world was bright

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melting snow and drooping eyes
children love the holidays
then the party's over
still the stars bejewel the skies

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what's done is done when the sun goes down
but the sun will also rise
i live for that
to see the sun glow in your eyes

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disrepair is where i'm at
sliding in to end the race
beaten battered tired sore
unused would be the real disgrace

Another young man from Nantucket ...

The was a young man from Nantucket
Who liked to shoot fish in a bucket.
He said with a grin,
As he ripped off its skin,
If this fish was a duck, I would pluck it.