Good hair

Good hair. We all have it
Even if we don't see it
All the rest
Just won't pass the test
But it's what we face
As part of this race


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No smile

It never fails
It's late, so start the wails
No quiet ever after
Long ago was the laughter
Now it's all faded
As we're all jaded



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Snowstorm!!!

Get off that horse
And look outside
There's a damn good reason
Why you can't ride
Unless you want
To be swallowed whole
You stem that flow
Of insane vitriole


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Clarity

It's funny how little it takes
For life to affirm itself anew
To see again the beauty
That had escaped from you

Each tiny little turn
Can make things crystal clear
And help you through the cycle
Started with each new frozen year

Illusion

I pour myself into
Something that looks so good
But knowing that inside
You won't react as I would
The outer shell is what
I like to see and touch
But the inside is far
From what I like so much
I guess its harder to feel
When the mind gets shut down
But its also much harder to see
Through the creases of a frown

Last Dance?

Can a house contain
All the energy of falling rain?
The noise, the clutter, the unending clamour
Of those who chose to wander
Down this road as a family
Learning the lessons we cannot see
Hoping that it'll be the last dance
Around this world we stupidly call chance

I'm 5 now

You looked at us and said
I'm five! I don't have to go to bed
In the morning you chide
I'm five! So, what I wear I decide!
At the table you declare
I'm five! I'll brush my own hair!
Little lady growing up so fast
Wish childhood a little longer would last!

Saturday night

How to ruin a real good time
Just keep talking of an imagined crime
Hang on to your assumed guilt
And weave yourself a righteous quilt
A tapestry of fear and suspicion
That everyone wants to create division
The rest of us will step back and sigh
Knowing that well will soon run dry


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L'amie du jour

L'amie du jour
Mais non pas toujours
Avec Madame Chenile
Un plus petit anguille
Sur une berceuse
Ça me rend très heureuse!





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Changes

Gone the days of party-hardy
Now as the sun sets it's nighty-nighty
Each day pounding
Every action demanding
Quietness calling
And no respite forthcoming
But everything has its time
And in the end, life's still sublime


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