I sat and watched an eclipse of love
Like a pair of doves
I yelled whistled even spread seed
Not a stop or a stare
Again the sun hit my eyes with a glare
I felt like a drone
Yet I was able to write this poem
I can cherish,Love and hold dear
Because it's my own
Alfred Guajardo
Like a pair of doves
I yelled whistled even spread seed
Not a stop or a stare
Again the sun hit my eyes with a glare
I felt like a drone
Yet I was able to write this poem
I can cherish,Love and hold dear
Because it's my own
Alfred Guajardo
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Ducks By Maryanne Hoberman
Ducks are lucky don't you think? When they want to take a drink all they do is duck their beal doesn't matter if they spill. When they want to take a swim all they do is dive right in. Ducks are lucky don't you think.
I'm lucky to have an uncle like you! Don't you think? J-Man
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