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Secrets of Long Ago
Secrets of long ago,
Ones that once were gold,
Now have all turned to mold.
A storm is brewing ahead,
As thunder screams in the dead-
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ominous
Folk story,
Moon of doom,
Soon bonds bloom,
Color of glory,
Storms roll on,
Sword of story.
Flood on down,
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The Sun's Return
On a day with borrowed light,
warmth and comfort is found in the early night.
The day of the sun’s return,
Is dark and cold.
The only light in the sky-
are the soft stars that shy-
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Loves
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Love Is
Love is a gas station chain in the Midwest.
Love is little girls with Mary Janes spreading kisses around the playground.
Love is little boys who claim to hate them.
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Stars
Sometimes
I look at the stars
And hope
That somewhere
In another universe
We all got our happy endings.
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Darling
My darling,
My love,
Your beauty is startling
And your hand fits mine like a glove
I know we are young
But I know this is real
In the ladder of life you are a rung