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The moon and Venus are out tonight
Both shining bright at just about midnight
A rarity to be able to see
Happens once or twice in year for you and  me
As time sneaks by
the moon In the sky
Slowly recedes
As it proceeds
Around the world
And Venus is curled
Just up to the left
Of the moon in its cleft
What an amazing sight
As they both shine so bright!
As they go on their way into the night!
I swear if the sun and the moon weren’t there life would be bare,

If the birds in the trees didn’t sing to please
The silence would be cutting
If the sun failed to come out
It would certainly be quite gutting

Our world relies
On whats out there
in the skies
The light
The sun
How dark how bright
The stars in sight
The clouds
The sun rise
The sun set
The thunder
The lightening
The rain
The snow
The water helps things grow!


I swear if the sun and the moon weren’t there life would be bare!
Byron lives on
but died around 1822
a young man of around thirty five
Only just started his life
His poetry was quite alive
He lived at Newstead Abby
A fortunate place to be
As far as I can see
But traveled far and wide so they said or have I lied?
A fortune soul but with a life of toil
Died in his youth
Is I guess the truth!
But his roof
Upon his tortuous head
Is a place of beauty!
So it is seen and said!
Make me smile
And I’ll run that mile
Make me laugh
And I’ll dance that path!
Make me sick
You better move quick
Make me cry
I might just die
Make me sad
You might feel bad!



I swear if the sun and the moon weren’t there life would be bare
My optimism keeps me going
Knowing
It’ll all come crashing down
Sometimes

Pessimism has no place
In my world
Of simple grace
Disappointments I have to face

Sometimes I fall down
Then I pick me up
The vitamins help
With a half full cup
Newstead Abbey was dull and drab
The other day when we paid a visit !
The trees were bear and spindly there,
The flowers all gone, there was not a one,
It looked sad and lonely,
If only, it was summer again, when the place looks alive with flowers and trees and the birds and the bees , when they are happy to please!
The poor place has been beaten and bashed by the wind and the rain ,
I hope it all comes back again !
Hopefully summer will be here soon to heal the wounds of the winter attack !
Beauty and colour will all come back!
Byron would turn in his grave
if he saw how sad his beloved home looks now in this miserable cold and sorrowful winter weather!
Chocolate buttons
Chocolate cake
Chocolate dark
Chocolate light
Chocolate pudding
Chocolate chips
Chocolate dips
Chocolate crisps
Chocolate chews
Chocolate of any kind
That will do!
I love chocolate!
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