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To the woman in our lives

They are strange; they are not like us,

the can’t do stuff without a fuss.

We men, we just want to get it done

they will spice it up and have some fun.

 

Not sure why God decided to make,

them woman, the fairer of the two.

Perhaps we will never understand His take

but it is working well, that is true.

 

We men we don’t get it, nor will we ever understand,

what they...

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Who am I

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The earth is scattered with Billions of people. Last time someone cared to count, they said we passed the 7 billion mark.

Everybody is busy with something. Some are trying to change the world... some are using the world... some are raping the world. Others are just swept away or dragged along by the world. Mother Earth has her own problems coping with all these people... every one with his own ...

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The Place in my Soul

The Place in my Soul

 

It was like yesterday when I start to remember

When the face of a man, softly said-

Hey, little baby, it's Daddy here, you must wake up,

it is your first day in December

 

It was like yesterday when he picked me up from the tar

It is going to be ok, as he brushed the sand from my knee

Tomorrow the sore will be far

 

It was like yesterday whe...

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It is that time of day...

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It is that time of day...

 

It is that time of day when the clouds on the horizon are getting the better of the sun

The last rays are running on the water to reach the seashore before the sun dims for the day

The low tide is softly playing between the rusty structures and corroded concrete

Of what use to be a fence to tell the beach walkers, this is the end

 

It is that t...

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