If we were happy
In a mild shanty,
I might feel antsy
When the rains came.
Or could I employ
A playful like toy
that offers me joy,
a simple game.
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We could live in there
With just no other
Growing together
Feeling the same.
Reaching for the sky
understanding why
we do need to cry.
What we became
~
when now satisfied
by what we have tried,
we need soon decide
what goals we name.
In a vision quest
having felt the best
while heeding the rest,
Those seeking fame.
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I write to help own,
My private thoughts known
knowing new seeds sewn
will not seem lame.
When seeking shelter
Be particular
Know that there for sure
Lives now your name.