Like branches on a tree, we grow in different directions, yet our roots remain as one and our lives will always be a part of each others.
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Crystal Caves By: Wade Ford |
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.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~. I wish this computer had some games. Needn't
worry what their names. Something, anything... anything at all, Computer
grass growing... I'd still have a ball. But here I sit, all broken hearted, Tried
to have fun, but never started. "Writing
poems is fun," my Mom said. Give me a break... I'd rather shave my head! Life is so boring... might as well go to bed, Set the clock and rest my head. It's a brand new day... but something's changed, I'm
happy... no longer feel deranged. No longer bored with nothing to do, I'm stuck to this computer as if with glue. I'll tell you why things aren't the same, I got a new game, Crystal Caves its name. I'm Mylo and my spaceship needs crystals to fly, I was low on fuel, when something caught my eye. An orbiting rock loaded to the brink, If crystal had odors, this rock would stink! So I landed my ship and went right in, Crystal Caves, let the fun begin! Jumping and firing and moving along, And all the while singing a silly song. Lasers, ghosts, explosions! I've got to be brave, As I make my way through this crystal cave. No more boredom or complaining about not having fun, Crystal
Caves... the games have begun! .~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~. .~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~. |
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Money Matters By: Wade Ford
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.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~. I find it funny, that with money certain
people think you're smart, But ain't it strange with just spare change those
same people think you're not. "Candy is dandy... but liquor is quicker," so
said Sir Ogden Nash. But nothing is quicker or can make you sicker than
the power of cold hard cash. .~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.
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Exiled From Paradise Poem By: Wade Ford Art By: Patricia Ford
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.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~. In my dreams,
I smile as I wander Through
a field filled with sunshine & butterflies, To
that warm spring day when I first touched Your
smiling face… looked into your laughing eyes. Then
my alarm sounds and I recall… I’m
for evermore exiled from Paradise, Never
more to look into your smiling eyes… Touch
your face… make you laugh… hear your sighs. I
bring myself back to the real world, And
think… “If only I had been more wise… Been
more faithful and never told you lies, Then we’d still live together in Paradise.” .~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~. |
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