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Daylight stands apart from cold midnight.
His warm smile—kind eyes—brilliance.
The touch of his hand warms our insides—
Keeps us safe—and– living right.
Midnight shakes the bones of Children.
Little soldiers fall from the sky;
Trying to capture the world below.
Dressed up in coats of fair color—dive
Down from their ships above—come.
Pouring from ships of light air
Poetry I just cannot seem to quit.
Is their another form that I could do?
Dickinson's poetry is not worth shit,
And there is nothing that can beat haiku.
It sure seems that Robert Frost knows his stuff,
Could I but soar unbounded
As does the great Eagle Bald
And reach immeasurable heights
And No one has called
And tease all Day with my offspring
And feast as I may
The "Once Upon a Time"s and "the Last Week I"s never really seemed like much
When such a better way existed
To tell a story.
And when I took into account all that I knew about
