Don’t pick a gift
For the praises you’ll win
But for the time and effort
Which you have put in

Because

It’s not the gift in the box
That you will be leaving
But the thought in your heart
Which they’ll be receiving
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When I was young
And in my prime
I could do it
All of the time

But now I’m old
My hair’s turned grey
I sort of from it
Shy away

Back then I’d bang it
Hard and long
But now I’m not
Quite as strong

I use to take
Those deep, long strokes
But now their only
Little pokes

I’d stroke it deep
I’d stroke it hard
The consequences
Disregard

With no control
I’d shoot and spray
Just used my stick
And flailed away

Then drove it home
And drilled that hole
With that last stroke
I’d reach my goal

But now that I  
No longer play
I will those golf clubs
Put away                                          
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Happy Thanksgiving USA
May peace and love, come your way
With thanks and praise, to fill your day
BOEMS BY JA 470

We each
                     Hope to find true love
But often
                      This simple premiss lack
That once
                      It’s to us gifted
We’re obliged
                       To give it back
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I remember, way back when
And this is not a joke
Right after having ***
I usually had a smoke

My doctors said, I must desist
Before my life it wrecks
So forced to choose, I had no choice
And so, I gave up ***

So now ???????
     
I write poetry
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I stare into the mirror
To see what I can see
The image draws me nearer
I don’t know, if it’s me

I touch to understand
Sense coldness to reflection
It sends through me a shiver
Must mean, my own rejection
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Tragedy, is once more, gripping Paris
Proves how easily, we faith dismiss
A Muslim religion, hijacked by terror
Should make us all, look in the mirror
Religion, should not preach hate
Nor be telling us, that Virgins wait
Is our faith, one of inclusion
Or is it just, one more illusion
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