Terry Hoffman

Harambe, he enjoyed his life,
had nothing much to do.
He sat around and ate all day
in the Cincinnati Zoo.
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Give me a glass of real milk;
never mind that stuff called 'silk'.

I need the kind, tried and true;
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I am just a person
with the worst luck of all.
Now I'm going to take the time
and do some recall.
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Father Winter is departing;
Princess Spring is coming forth.
She's arriving from the south,
while he is going north.
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Mankind justifies his zoos,
because it's all his fault
He's the one killed off the beasts;
this slaughter it must halt.
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I was just a little girl,
my grandma I would watch
getting out the canner
for putting up a batch.
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Happiest flower in the garden
is the pansy, without doubt.
As it unfolds its petals,
it at times looks inside out.
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Waffles are a heav'nly treat;
fresh and brown
right from the griddle,
a wafting scent,
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There was once a winter day,
when all the schools closed down.
I did not have work that day;
no need to go to town.
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When Lucie came to live with me
she wouldn't let me pet.
Now she pleads and rubs and begs;
I'm glad she did forget.
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Clinophilia is my passion;
I just can't get enough.
Clean fresh sheets dried on the line
are like a jolt of snuff.
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To feel the sea spray in my hair,
the breeze upon my face.
It's a feeling you can't share;
It is the perfect place.
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Brown is the color of the fall,
in all its multiple shades.
From brown to rust, gold to tan,
its influence pervades.
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In this winter of my life,
I recall my summer times.
When I was so young and gay
and life seemed filled with rhymes.
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Chamomile's my drug of choice,
you can have your coffee beans.
Just give me some relaxing tea;
I'll tell you what it means.
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I very simply don't recall
when Jimmy came to me.
I was only two years old;
he came from across the sea.
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When I was still in college,
my first cat's name was Jack.
At first, I did not realize
what was his greatest knack.
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This is really quite the truth,
I'd never tell a lie.
I sit and peck at keys all day
and write my poems so wry.
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When life starts coming down on me,
I've only one escape.
I open up a bottle and
have a touch of grape.
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