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I live under the sea
Beauty all around me is all I see
I am north
I am south
One fin up
One fin down
Marvolous lotrous eyes
Always honest so trust and believe
At times mood signs occurs
Mostly when too much is going on in my mind
I care
Too much
An old soul
Who knows
Lust
Who knows
Love
-SAMM
I wrote this a while back
The little boy unclenched
his sticky fist,
freeing his blue balloon
into the wide open sky.
"If you can fly,
then I shouldn't stop you,"
he said to the balloon
as it floated
                           out
                          ­           of
                                            sight.
© Bitsy Sanders, March 2014
Authors and actors and artists and such
Never know nothing, and never know much.
Sculptors and singers and those of their kidney
Tell their affairs from Seattle to Sydney.
Playwrights and poets and such horses' necks
Start off from anywhere, end up at ***.
Diarists, critics, and similar roe
Never say nothing, and never say no.
People Who Do Things exceed my endurance;
God, for a man that solicits insurance!
You can't be strong
When you've loved him forever
And with the blink of an eye
He sails away to fast
"To serve and protect"
"I'll come back soon"
He promises.
The guns are pointed.
Positions. " Salute."
What happened to the boy I once knew?
That minute,
My heart sinks.
That bullet wasn't meant for you.
I hear the doorbell.
What do I do?
That bullet couldn't have been for you.
I remember your words.
"I'll come back soon I promise"
What do I do?
I'll keep our memories on replay til I die.
Please don't leave me here.
That bullet wasn't meant for you.
Please, please, please, George, don't let that bullet be for you. Love ya♥♥

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