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Poem 1: A Beginning

I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Poem 215: Rainbows

Streams of light shine brightly through
moisture in the sky.
The water separates these rays
like prisms bend and pry.  
As jointed teams these colors curve
in rainbows 'cross the sky,
reminding all who might look-on
there's much life left to try!



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