8hours

Let's sink into the down
And erase all the day's frowns
Recover over and eight hour spell
And face the light feeling well


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And counting

Another go around the block
Here's to 39 tickings of the clock
So much to do, so much left behind
And still so much left to find


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Grind

I missed you two and three and four
I understand why you run at the door
It must be hard for you each day
To hang around with each delay
It's rough for you and us as well
But we'll get through this tough, tough spell

ARRRGGGHHH!

Running from here and then to there
It's crazy how this race can grey your hair
I've never wanted such terrible haste
But it seems anything else is merely a waste
We're off now and we can't turn back
We've seen the horizon and it's banishing the black
So, for a year or two we'll run and run
And then wind it down for more relaxed fun

Trite but true

Choices, choices, choices
So many things to decide
But although we are not alone
It seems we have to hide
For few are the happy ones
Who smile when you are up
Instead they prefer to see
You trip and spill your cup


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Ha!

Let me swim in that icy bath
Where waterfalls plead a lover's path
Mint green swirls of heaven and earth
I've known this way ever since birth
A wild-eyed dream, this may be true
But one that is not out-of-the-blue
A wish sincere to show our faith
Just hope it arrives before very late
For in passing streams you'll see the mist
Where from the depths will emerge the list

Slipping

Okay - twice this week I've missed a post. Not good. I'll try to keep up better from now...

One, two, three, four
Let's all walk out the door
Five, six, seven, eight
Let's not sigh and please no hate
Nine and ten
Let's start again
After all you are more than friends

Wall

Waiting for the minutes to slowly tick on by
Wondering about the hours that seem to almost fly
Never understanding the whys, the hows, the whens
But knowin in the future all this waiting ends


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#2

Tiny terror packed in cuteness and light
Whirlwind through our hearts
Bringing crazy with eyes so bright
Second go round this time we know
To just sit back and ignore the show


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Waiting for green

Between laughter and fear is a short jump
That can easily tip you into a place you'd rather not be
But knowing where to step is the only way to find
Yourself always in the midst of a grassy field sheltered by the giving tree



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