A good poem is like a magic spell
Able to intrance you with its words
The rhythm
The rhyme
All to entice you and draw you in
Dream
Your bed is calling Can you hear it Your bed is calling Will you answer Adventure awaits It's only a dream away Swashbuckling pirat...
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
A thousand Candles all aglow Each one representing a loved one gone From this Earth to their eternal home Gone but not forgotten They mad...
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