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I fill ye treasure cove wit’ rubies ’n dimes They be not essences from th' heavens, Bein’ scratched from stolen times Go 'head, pry like a slimy oyster,
Music is my voice Lyrics are my words A mermaids rejoice In a broken world My infectious laughter pollutes the air Jumping in imagination With love and hope everywhere Creating inspiration
Quiet, they say.
To you an American Soldier, so brave, considerate, and exceptional too. This poem here is in great honor to you.
Did you know that if you stop and look,Open your eyes and take in the sight,That everything comes to light?The darkness,The loss,The despair,Loneliness.
I was once something that carried a message with ideas, emotions, and a purpose, made from thoughts. For only a short time do I exist to serve my purpose,