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i sat and watched an angel sat beneath a tree
playing on her harp a lovely melody
plcking on the strings picking every note
the tune was emotional my heart began to float
she had flowing hair as lovely as can be
sitting there so beautiful playing just for me
when she finished playing she spread her wings and flew
back up to her heaven in the sky so blue
little bobby badger he just loved to roam
never settled down never had a home
he roamed every place  travelled here and there
looking for adventure each and every where.

oneday on his travels he heard a funny sound
it was very loud beneath the uderground
badger started digging to find out what was wrong
badger used his claws so very sharp and strong

there benath the soil he found a litte mole
poor chap was stuck poor little soul
dont worry said the badger just hang on to me
i will pull you out.then you will be free

badger he saved mole he had saved the day
mole he thanked the badger and went along his way
badger he was happy a hero now was he
remembers to this day the mole that he set free
Poetic T Jan 2017
I can feel the earth beneath my feet,
knowing that I will be dust in the wind.

                  I can see the sky in the darkness where
whispers of galaxies breath wanting to
be heard. listen, listen, listen, see it...

The road of continuation till it stops,
        I can feel it on my skin, touch the wind..
But everything ends. I believe in the knowledge
of truth of what was proven in sight.

Can you touch the air, I cant taste it in my lungs.
I would silence the ignorance and say there is
    only one path in life and that is death...
its a river that ends...
No flowers just moment that began and ended..
                   A memory in others living on..
Oh my fair mistakes
of the choices that we take
How can I live with the thought of knowing
Where it is we are going

Time be ever so sweet
While I feel the earth benath my feet
I lie in wait for this day to come
My mouth used to drown my burdens with ***

My choice, my mistake
With every breath I take
Who am i to judge
While I feed my face with fudge

I look at myself in the mirror
Hoping to see things clearer
But will I get that answer at last
My choices and mistakes will go by fast

Hurry now or you will be too late
To change this dreaded but unending fate
There will be no secrets to keep
For there you ended up six feet deep.
A dark dreary poem of a person who dealt with depression, alchoholism, and gluttony that drove the person to madness then death.
from beneath the red wall canyon
spilt forth a river's mighty flow
along the steep valley's runyon
a surging cascade being on show

spilt forth a river's mighty flow
tumbling over many rock boulders
a surging cascade being on show
rushing through the narrow shoulders  

tumbling over many rock boulders
the water's spray splashing around
rushing through the narrow shoulders
on an excursion south bound
  
the water's spray splashing around
along the steep valley's runyon
on an excursion south bound
from benath the red wall canyon

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