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I think I have written something similar to this before but here she is again just a knocking at my brains door!!!!

HEADACHE, HEADACHE......
.................. GO AWAY!!!!!!
I'VE TAKEN SEVERAL
REMEDIES°•°°•°•°•°
YET STILL YOU STAY!
AM I MISSING A MESSAGE?
WHAT DO YOU MEAN TO SAY?
HEADACHE, HEADACHE.........
YOU WILL NEVER BE MY FRIEND!
I DO NOT LIKE THE GAMES
YOU PLAY¤¤¤¤¤¤°•
SO I PRAY○♡○
TO THE LORD FOR THIS
HEADACHE, HEADACHE.........
TO FOREVER
~~~~~~~~~GO AWAY°•°•°•°•°•
AMEN
Moon shines with wisdom
Happy thoughts within this mind
The stars, my lanterns
Queen Lyn is looking at the stars from her chamber, with high hopes for the future after her achievements today!
Lyn ***
It showed on their face.

The rides were fun
but they were breathless.

From the cable car
the sky seemed not that far
and to the wind it was unfair
to have two men without much hair.

Rain had brought color to soft eyes
huddling and cuddling at free wills
but sought shelter these two guys
from the teen lovers' merry squeals.

They rushed to be in time for the first row
childishly enthralled by the 3D show
dipping the whole of their emotion
in the history of origin and evolution.

The day had been too soon done
when in the melted afternoon sun
the two forgot all the worries
in the romance of rediscoveries.
Amusement Park, June 24, 2018, 5pm
some people dig
holes to be filled
live and let live
**** or be killed
some people sow
some people reap
some let it go
while others keep
the ones that do
either don't or they won't
if they're brand new
won't be long for they're old
differences
between day and night
some muddle in wrong
some puddle in right
some clear the way
others are weeds
blind as a bat
clearly can see
laid out and bare
hidden beneath
righteous and kind
stubborn and mean
some people are *****
some people are clean
some are up front
some in-between
fall to the right
to the left lean
call it a night
some never sleep
some people dig
holes way too deep
some people are you
some people are me
A damaged deer
Cowers in shrubbery

Camouflaged against
The curious.

Eyes moist
Nose twitching

Heart thumping
Fit to burst.

Little doe, how
Did you get here

Lost, like us all,
In suburb?
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