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Entities merging
Squirrel's squeaking, doves flying
History buried
  Jun 2016 jane taylor
shaffu shafiq
Oh my life give me a way
Wander for gratification in sun's ray
Waddle adrift,but never thought
My seclusion and silence be got fray
Completely deluded by the world
Pleasure,luxury,leisure all nod nay
hurriedly come,my final day!
How propitiate GOD by timeless pray.
Inculcate goodness & need wickedness to slay .
Reverence mentor,patents,elders & must to obey
With their emotions neither delay nor play.
Submission to GOD & mould life right from today
By shaffu@
  Jun 2016 jane taylor
Pauline Morris
Deep within the woods there is the perfect rock
It is under the tallest tree, right next to a small stream
Worn smooth by years and hours of sitting, by the shyest little girl
For when she was there time would stop, she had no need for a clock
She would sit for hours under the great tree's shade
Reading every book she could get her hands on
Although her body remained on that stone
Her mind was far away, the woods around her would fade

She was a detective, solving the hardest case
She was once a Queen and had tea with those She knighted
She rode a dragon and waged war on the wicked mage
She sailed the giant waves of the seven seas
She climbed to the top of Mount Everest
She sat astride the most beautiful mighty wild stallion
She fought a mighty mid evil battle brought the King to his knees

Yes that stone was very smooth
For out in those woods was her escape
The birds singing there sweet songs, the stream babbling all faded to back ground noise
Those books always her mood and mind could soothe
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