Tag: real
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Rugged Hands
Do you remember your father’s hands? How gentle they would caress and massage, Though he may have been tired from work, Though he wanted to relax in his big easy chair, You would still place your head on his lap. His touch was unlike your mother’s, Her hands were soft and hard, She was with…
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Sad Fate for Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas And everything was dandyJust ask Andy All the people were upWith jobs to feed their pupsChristmas had left out the doorThe meaning was gone just like the poorWe squandered and squabbled They flibbled and gibbledThe meaning was lost to timeJust like that pantomime The fellowship was brokenThe stars were sad in Hoboken With no tales…
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Run, Fred, Run
Senior year, High school baseball, I am the third fastest on the team, I am in my best shape ever, My coach was not, Coach looks like Fred Flintstone, Long torso and short legs, Arms that reached down to his knees, A feat that was impressive for his stature, And overweight to an almost comical…
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I sought you
I sought after you, Long and hard, I craved your attention, I relished the thought of being together, I wanted to be near you. I heard your voice in the crowd, I saw your face through the thousands, I wrote you poems and stories, I was ignored, Or at least I assumed I was, It…


