Wow, the weather sure is cold,
Days are short, the wind is bold.

The season isn't a favorite for sure,
Most in the cold, aren't begging for more.

This testament to the winter, is short and is sweet,
Its brutal cold, upon you does beat.

Begs for spring, and longer days,
And new found fun in different ways.

But back to winter, now let's explore,
Its wondrous beauty, many do adore,

The frosty nights, a blanket of snow,
Untouched and ******, a skiing we can go!

Take the kids to the local park,
Sleigh ride with them, a youthful spark,

May be rekindled, inside your soul,
This surely is fun, never is it droll.

Build a snowman, with coal and pipe,
He may come alive, frosty isn't just hype.

The alive that he comes, is not in the snow,
But in the hearts of the ones that help make him grow.

Spending time with the family, this bonding is good,
Feeling alive and well, with your family you should,

The wondrous winter, has the holiest of days,
A time to be kind, and have gentler ways.

The birth of the savior, the greatest of men,
His spirit reborn, and we all know when,

This holiday comes, its time be kind,
Good deeds and good thoughts, cover your mind.

The new year comes in winter, a time to start new,
Cast aside bad habits, and with them your through.

Good cheer and good times, and drinking some wine,
Kissing and hugging, and playing Auld Lang Syne.

Presidents day is a time to give thanks,
Lincoln and the north, and the fighting yanks,

Put an end to slavery, blacks free as whites,
Another century passed to gain civil rights.

Praise to Washington, the first to lead,
Our country from Britain, his troops had freed,

The people of the Colonies, America was born,
Plains full of plenty, many acres of corn.

Valentines day, the time for romance,
Put yourself out there, ask a girl to a dance!

The celebration turns history around,
Originally on this day, many bodies were found,

Dead in a garage, in the Chicago town,
The pictures are gruesome, bloodstains on the ground.

These are the times in winters' cold,
That have special meaning, and memories they hold.

Look kindly on winter, its end will bring,
A time of rebirth,  known as the spring.

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Both parents together, intimate we know,
Delivered the package that started your show.

Millions of visitors, with every shot,
Only one found its way, into the right spot.

Grow and divide, a zygote you be,
Doing it right, someday strong like a tree.

Living inside mom's uterine wall,
Totally dependent, make sure she won't fall.

Placenta forms encasing the egg,
If its a girl, her name will be Peg.

Umbilical cord forms from placenta to me,
A network of vessels carry nutrients to thee.

Things all in place, first trimester is done,
Growing and listening and having some fun!

Learning the sound of moms beating heart,
Already in the family, now playing your part.

Rhythmic and soothing, loving the sound,
Moms gentle voice, you will always be bound.

To answer her call, even late at night,
When her voice is silenced, its a terrible plight.

Amniotic fluid helps you float around,
Spot feels babies presence, you first here his sound.

The water has burst, head against bone,
Mom you ok? I'm hearing you grown.

Stop squeezing my head this is causing me pain!
What's up with this pushing, muscles spasm again.

Turn off the lights, this stimulation can wait,
Getting me warm, this feeling is great.

Hello there new person, I give you my heart,
Hi mother mine, hope we're never apart.

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America is large, with much flat land,
The perfect landscape, to maneuver with one hand.

When first discussed, with the powers that be,
Attempting to finance, sheer folly, show me.

Mr. Ford why place capital with you,
Funds are short, and it sounds untrue.

How it will move, what power source?
No muscles working, what to come of the horse?

Like all great inventions, it was met with scorn,
And like many great men, in poverty he was born.

The automobile was well on its way,
To worldwide use, hear the people say,

Look at its lines, and pretty curves,
It handles the road, Oh how it swerves!

The ford plant was started, and soon on its way,
To stimulate economies, and create jobs that would stay,

For a hundred years, and maybe more,
Fords  assembly line opened the door

For the steel and tire plants, production was good,
Let's open this hatch, and peer under the hood!

Look at the engine, explosions inside,
Controlled and in unison, that make the wheels ride.

Gears that help, make the car move,
Shifting them can make a man groove.

Add lights and a roof, more time to spend,
Inside its beauty, the message will send.

The Auto can make the country great,
For goods and supplies, we need not wait.

A variation of the car, the truck was made,
Moving mountains of products, it sure made the grade.

An infrastructure is needed, let's pave the land,
Construction is booming, to cover the sand

And make the way, for the car to take,
People away, from the home they make.

And visit others, living far away,
Called a vacation, at a hotel we can stay.

Without further delay, I could explain,
The auto's workings, with detail and with pain.

So instead of the detail, it suffices to say,
The auto revolutionized our world in this way:

Making commuting to work, from far away,
An easier trip, in the suburbs we lay.

The beach and the mountains, easy to see,
Hotels and new towns, into existence they be.  

More fun into life, leisure time will be added,
The nations economy will be largely padded.

The innovation of the car, is not only grand,
It has forced mother earth, to take a harsh stand.

Climatic changes, and temperatures rise,
Greenhouse gases, are these things wise?

Will the planet survive? Humans in peril,
Poisons and toxins, may cause us to be sterile.

Disease and death, like cancerous lung,
Bittersweet is the song, the car has sung.

Make your decision, please choose a side,
Either walk with your feet, or get in and ride.

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My red hot passion over the top it boils,
Our bodies entwined, like DNA coils.

Can't tell where I left off, and you begin,
Loving you so, the world it does win.

Makes us better to our fellow man,
Helps me to be the best that I can.

Loving you makes me soar above,
Take flight on the back of a winged dove.

Touch you again, your heart burning with fire,
Desire uncontrolled, reaching higher and higher!

Sweating and dripping, the sheets are a mess,
Still half on your beautiful, silk laden dress.

I love the feel of the dress on your skin,
Consuming my soul, I'm placing it in.

Frenzied love making, my ardor it burned,
Around the bed, new moves I have learned.

Finally placed you under my spell,
Your spasming body, turned into gel.

The madness is passing, get closer and hold,
Give me you body, your soul you have sold,

I have the contract, you've signed on the line,
Let's have another go, I'll make you feel fine!

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In the great scheme of life, many choices you make,
Where to work, who to date, your yard when to rake.

The game of hearts is not quite the same,
Who you love and end up with, is all based on aim.

Yes Cupids aim, is sometimes not good,
Dam arrow it lands, in many a strange hood.

Once per chance the target is hit,
They may be charming, attractive and full of wit.

Only the lucky lovers get this type of win,
The arrow is known to bring pain, shame and sin.

Never knowing what's in store for you,
Loving arms and a partner that’s true,
Or an unfaithful idiot, to make you feel blue.

You may think you scored, they look smokin' hot,
Having *** day and night, you love them a lot.

This sounds pretty awesome, is there a down side?
Not unless you count secrets, and the lovers he hides.

The girl that finds sales, and will spend all your cash,
She goes out on black Friday, doing the fifty yard dash.

Coming home the next day, a smile on her face,
I saved money here, and there, and this place!

What she fails to tell you, is your fresh out of money,
Say something about it, she'll resign as your honey.

The men are no better, their tempers get hot,
Slobs and the lazy, and the ones that smoke ***.

One time in the game, Cupid seemed to shoot straight,
He gave me a lover, to see I couldn’t wait.

We had some good times, but the end is the same,
Bad excuses, feelings hurt, another to tame.

Please freakin' Cupid, have a talk with William Tell,
Take an archery lesson, or your bow I will sell.

You keep making me fall, for the wrong type of mate,
Just want a good friend, not a women to hate.

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Her heart I'm told, is covered with steel,
A product she says, of many a raw deal.

So begins the process to heal,
Began already, we had our first meal.

As happiness begins, away with the steel
Love replaces metal, the heart again can feel.

Take care to those that melt free the heart,
If damaged again it may break apart.

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Did nature make anything more beautiful than a girl?
Silk hair bouncing, the ends have soft curl.

Skin as smooth as the pedal of a rose,
Eyes enchanting, never want them to close.

Two lips enticing, watching them move,
Silky red lipstick gets on my groove.

Some women's lips, they like to pout,
When laid upon you, you may want to shout!

Subtle curves, all down the neck,
Smooth and appealing, it makes me a wreck!

Continuing south, we stop at the chest,
Round and firm, I like them the best.

Stand and salute, point towards the sky,
Kissing and fondling can get you real high.

The back and the stomach can be overlooked,
Sleek and shapely, my hands in the nook,

Of her lower back, both seductive and hot,
A little further down, is an erogenous spot.  

Her sweet tender box, the ultimate prize,
To kiss and caress, brings tears to my eyes.

Inject into it her prize, throbbing manly delight,
Making love to a woman is a wonderful sight.

Pushing and grinding, the sweat on the ground,
Tape your love session, it's a wondrous sound.

The question remains, words soar and they swirl,
Is there beauty on the planet, that compares to a girl?

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