Luke Bushen Biography

An ode to s’mores
I love them more
Every single day
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I am writing this here poem
Just to say Thank You.
Thanks so much for everything,
For all you brought me through.
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If I never see tomorrow please
remember me today.
Please don't let the good things I've
accomplished fade away.
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His pale face peers down on me as I lie awake in bed.
It's ghostly hue resembles that of those who've been long dead.
I hear the haunting song he sings, a humming whispered low.
His grins and frown fill my wide eyes lit by his soft glow.
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Alas, my sled has forgotten me.
The slip of the slick sled, indeed,
Lasted but a moment. He'd
Said that his bottom needed some time.
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