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Friday Night
You're like a warm bowl of oatmeal on a cold Sunday morning.
The rose on your cheeks brings a smile to my lips.
And delights my eyes.
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Literature
Friday Night
You're like a warm bowl of oatmeal on a cold Sunday morning.
The rose on your cheeks brings a smile to my lips.
And delights my eyes.
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SOMETIMES...
Sometimes we just can’t give up
We humans have a knack for hanging in
When all looks hopeless
That is when we find that spark
In love, in war, we strive
Is there a point when it is foolish
To cling to a cause
Of unreciprocated love
In never ending war
A time to reconsider
As we trod, do we lose sight
Of all but the body ahead
Trudging by force of habit
Is there time to rest
Plan a new course
The herd moves on
Dare we find the path alone
If we stop will love remain
If we stop will war move on
Uncertainty stays the course
Sometimes we just can’t give up
Rest rekindles the hope
Love and war echo in memory
We
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