I was taught how to write poetry, rhythm and rhyme, as an eight year old. I`ve been trying to write poetry ever since.
I remember well that summer place,
The sun, the sea, the surf soaked sand,
The light that lit your lovley face,
As we splashed bare foot, hand in hand.
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The morning after the Princess Sleeping Beauty married the handsome
Prince, the Queen came down to breakfast-
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The world has burst assunder,
It`s fragments groung to dust,
Good swallowed up by evil
Purity rank with fust.
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It was Christmas eve in the valley
The miners came up from the pit,
They came out of the cage picked up their wage
And went home for a shower and a shave.
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An equation came to me,
While sitting firmly on the fence-
The higher the education
The lower the common sense.
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