Secretariat

Power and muscle in a sinewy dance
A golden moment and very rare chance
To capture the three, the highest of high
To stake your claim, your piece of the pie
Now your name will forever be known
And through your lineage your legacy shown


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Ignore you

I don't want to look at you
Hang with you or talk with you
Silence can be golden
But to each other we are beholden
And you'll bother me until
You get your speaking fill
But in my heart is ice
Despite my demeanor of nice



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38

It's my thirty-eighth year
Can't believe that I'm here
The numbers just now all seem to bleed
I remember the threes, fours, fives and tens
And all the other numbers since then
And wonder just how they all disappeared
Every number's been good
As every number should
And now I get to relive all my years
Through my growing, little dears.


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Morning

Watching the dew burn off the grass
I know in my heart this moment won't last
It will go and another will come
But never again will it be the same one
So I savour the breeze and fragrant smelling trees
And live right now as I watch the gently waving leaves


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Tantrum

Angry tears flood your face
And your screaming fit is a big disgrace
Your strong, strong will will serve you well
But for now we still can tell
You what to do
For you are just one year past two


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Canoe time

I spy with my little eye
Two kingfishers and a very large fly
Sitting on a canoe
As the wind whistles through
Enjoying the water
Just mother and daughter


Yes, another silly rhyme - but this time I got help from Tess...


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July 4

It was a beautiful day to die
I stepped out of my truck and saw a blue, blue sky
The sun shone hot as only a July orb can do
And I never even saw the car that tore my body in two
Ready I was not
All my plans are now shot
Only 29 short years on the earth
From the moment of my birth
Now my dreams have have disappeared
Since from my body my soul was sheared
But life will go on
Just minus my unique and simple song



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Choices

Can chaos be contained?
How about the madness in a brain?
The wilting pride of righteousness
And the crippling pangs of bitterness
Leave marks upon a soul
That slowly corrode any sunny goal
The choice of anger over happiness
Leaves no place for peacefulness
And pushes those away
Whom you most sorely wish would stay



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Gone

My muse is gone.
No more getting lost in thought
Now each moment is frought
With tension
The words won't flow
And the world has lost its glow
But only for the moment
I know in time
My muse will shine
And again I'll feel the stream
Until then, I'll struggle just to dream

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Fleeting fun

Good friends and a barbeque
Late day sun casting beautiful rays
An impromptu fashion show
And three fairy princesses with faces aglow
Life's little moments so precious and pure
Must be sheltered in the heart's inner core

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