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JANUARY 2~, 19(i5
All nature mourns
In a special way,
Cold and frozen
The trees are draped
With crystal shrouds,
But still no sun
To make them sparkle
And warm the boughs,
To drop their burdens-
Icy sheaths
Smashing to the earth.
Today's mourning
Is not entirely somber,
Filled with anguish
And gushing pain,
For nature's loss
Is the Creator's gain.
So ... the limbs swing low
With stately grace, and
Some as tributes break.
A great soul is having
His finest hour.
An evening mist
Closes the curtain on today.
BEACH
That girl over there
With most of her bare,
At. whom. men stare.
With her hair bright yellow,
She's stolen my fellow,
And with ankle nicely turned.
I hope she gets sunburned.
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