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The Fisherman A little rain is but a little pain- A gloomy sky is not met with a sigh! Give him a rod and give him some bait: On the river bank he’ll sit and there he will wait. Maybe he will sit there for the whole of the day- With a meditative look not…
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The Feeling My heart ascends to heaven’s height When the feeling finds my soul! My heart is the perfect picture As this feeling takes control. The world is an image I know Like myself and all I am- The past is here like today And I can think like any man. Secrets unfold with a…
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(Authors note: This poem, rendered in olde english for comic effect and for reasons best known to those concerned, was written for the encouragment and incentivizing of my dear friend and employer to pursue a course of weight loss, for the purposes of his own well being and good health… The author would like to…
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