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Am 7d
You are a strange thing
Why do you not do anything?
You bump into me at odd times
Are you as common as wind chimes?
An evil fairy?
An evil sprite?
A boogy man that scares people at night?
You act like someone I know
Are you a friend or foe?
Odd thing you are that is sure
Your personality is about as pleasant as manure
Your hair cropped short
Many sharp retorts
Why are you such an odd gingy?
Why do you always look stingy?
You always look mean
Why do you want to be seen?
You trynna make me crazy Grinchy?
Kinda workin. Especially with your personality that is quite stinchy.
Hair cropped short. Always walking around the great big blue.
Why do you have to be you?
I'm sure you're going to think of something new
Arnry ****
You with your very sharp looking hair part
Don't even start
You annoying mister with no heart
What are you?
Why do you walk around the great big blue?
You are a strange one that is for sure
Your probably going to think of another lure
**** spooky gingy
You very ugly stingy
Stop it
****
Meany
Short short wearing tacky mister
What even are you?
You walking around the great big blue.
Annoying dude
You with your attitude
Probably gonna come annoy me again
Why did this even begin?
Hope you feel my angry glare
Of course it was me who did stare
What even are you?
Why do you swim around in the big blue?
Everything is different
Everything is new
Well of **** course I'm going to stew
Wouldn't you?
Am Feb 10
Hello to the you
The sky really does look very blue
The day is started
The sky curtains have been parted
The birds are singing the morning song
The day feels like it will be very long
The grass wet with the morning dew
Everything does feel really new
The misters are doing what the misters do
The misses are making today's stew
The squirrels are doing their daily chores
Gathering nuts to be fat with hard works rewards
The trees are stand beautiful and tall
Looking directly up into the branches can make one look quite small
The early bird has already started her day
The old saint has already prayed
Drinking a cup of water and looking at the new day
If only peace like this would stay
Everything is quiet and loud
You can hear several tiny sounds
The morning is a lot busier than you see
Can you see my morning by reading words written by me?
Quiet soft peaceful and still
The sunlight will quietly spill
The clouds move slowly back
Silently looking at nature do it's chores as I relax
The bees buzz. The birds song.
It really is a beautiful thing.
Just stop and listen. Maybe give a quiet look?
Beauty is everywhere. Just not something you read about in a book.
Mornings can be quiet the sight
They aren't something mythical like a pixie or a sprite
Everything is new and everything is bright
If only sad people can look with new sight
The day is new
The grass is washed with the morning dew
Take a long look
Beauty is not just in a book
There is the blue
It is a very hue
If only you could stop and ask
Not treat everyone like a task
Look at beauty through my eyes
You just might get a surprise
Learn to love your morning
Not every day is full and boring
Give your heart a little glitter
The youthful bird in your soul might give a little Twitter
Everything is blue
Everything is new
Just sit and relax
Not everything has to be done at a max
Pretty and new
Look at our shared big blue
Am Feb 9
Life is strange and everything is a door
I'm Alice as I carefully explore
Everything is strange and nothing makes sense
Lots of things that make a body feel dense
I go down a road and explore
Every day I'm seeing more
The annoying horse fly beside the Valentine's Sale
A creepy bearded smile. How many poor unfortunate souls has he impaled?
The lanky green bean with the squeaky voice
Apparently energy drinks are his choice
The grumpy potato with his ginger hair
Did he wear those ***** shorts on a dare?
The creepy voices that would freeze one in fear
Apparently that evil ***** has no loved ones my dear
Creepy rotten apple evil smiles
Apparently they are the witches in the tribulation trials
The glasses wearing cricket says "Hurumph"
I growl with anger as I think of that stupid shorty as I realize nothing rhymes with hurumph
Grrrrr
I guess I'm just the heroine in my own little fairy tale
When will my adventure set sail?
The adventure that started with a grumpy carrot headed chipmunk
Lots of things to get one in a funk
The last boss of all is a glasses wearing Napoleon that isn't very tall
I guess I'll just sit and read and read some more
Maybe I'll find some more fairy tales to explore?

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