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  Feb 2018 Jackie Mead
Tiana Marie
She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.
Jackie Mead Feb 2018
The sky burned orange, like a fire
When the sun goes then comes the darkest hour
Jackie Mead Feb 2018
There once was a man from Kerry
Who was incredibly hairy
He could knit a scarf, gloves and hat or a toilet mat from the hair on his belly
Now he's in demand to knit coats from the hairs on his hands
That incredibly hairy man from Kerry
Jackie Mead Feb 2018
There once was a snake named rake
Who lived at the side of a lake
He would glide and slide with boggily wide eyes
Until one day he was surprised
Now that snake named rake lives at the bottom of the lake
Jackie Mead Feb 2018
The sun sets low behind the trees
The sight of it bringing you to your knees
The trees branches still bare of leaves
Gives the sky a hauntingly beautiful glow
And your thankful to have been there to see the sunset beneath the trees
To be brought to your knees by the outstanding beauty that's nature
Seen a few lovely Sunsets lately on way home from work.
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