There once was a Woman on the Verge Whose dreams were so bright, they did surge Untethered by rules Her friends were her jewels And together, their hopes would emerge   The Woman on the Verge was na

SILLIE  MILLIE   Sillie Millie couldn’t stop, Atop the clothes she would plop.   The dryer made a warm nest, She did make an awful mess.   All the clothes covered in fur, Amongst the socks she would p

Hand and hand they walked the tor, Clouds above the wind did soar. Laughing over tales of yore, Friends forever walked the shore.   Amazing journey they had, More life ahead so be glad. Laughter over

    The Stain There once was a stain on the bed Mysterious, untrustworthy and dead We poked and we prodded We questioned and plotted Our findings, they filled us with dread We turned on the light Exa

  Chasing the sunset to the ends of the earth Inhaling the cold in all of its girth The canyon is big, in fact it is grand But my thoughts are more urgent – can you please warm my hand? The deer

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