Dog Days

Yes, it’s another
Sweltering summer day, and
I long for autumn.

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Peaceful Day

A cloud floats by in
The blue summer sky, a boat
On the eastern breeze.

A bird flits by in
The bright summer sun, singing
A beautiful song.

I watch from atop
A green grassy hill, basking
In the peaceful day.

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The world keeps turning,
And I keep on spinning in
Circles, wondering

If the world has passed
Me by – if my life has passed
Me by. But the world

Keeps on turning, and
I keep on spinning, wand’ring
As I wonder what

Happened to the girl
I used to be, and how I
Became the woman

I am. And the world
Keeps turning, and still I am
Spinning, wondering.

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Three Little Lines

Three lines. Just three li’l
Lines, and the world could end. Just
Three little lines, and

A new world is born.
A lot can happen in three
Little lines. It’s the

Circle of life – a
Beginning, a middle, an
End. Birth, life, death. So

Much can happen in
So little space, so little
Time. Three lines aren’t much,

But they’re all we’ve got.
What will you do with your time,
Your space, your three lines?

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Oh, where, oh, where has
My sunshine gone? Will it e’er
Come back here again?

With its bright, warm rays
And its happiness, oh, where,
Oh, where can it be?

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I am a stone in
The river, ever desp’rate
To hold back the tide.

I am a stone in
The river, helpless to stop
The rising water.

I am a stone in
The river; water flows round me
As though I’m not here.

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