Ron Schmidt Biography

The silence of the night
is the winters delight
snow that muffles the sounds
are billions of snow flakes
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Justifiably wrong whines John,
I just can't catch a break,
you say I'm sarcastic, controlling,
plastic. I'm telling you your wrong.
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Each day I die a little more
I awake to find I'm a little older and closer to the floor.
I give thanks for another day, how I pray
And the hope that I can do some good today
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The leaves of fall that fall are fun,
I pick them up one by one.
Red, green, orange and yellow,
the leaves of Fall are full of color.
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The never surrounds the now say I
as the light I keep will be forever lit
Two sides of the moon where darkness lay dormant
The hustle and bustle of days gone by
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