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| The Queens of 2002 |
| You've got Casondra Radford, Jessie Ballard Some who're in between Kassie's at the top, Lauren you can't stop Just because she's keen The Fabulous Four, who were once before The reigning queens of 02 The Untouchables who have no unjustables And who're always there for you Kassie's President, always relevant And Lauren is VP Then Casondra, yes you oughta Give money to Jessie Get it girl, rock the world Of the graduating class Don't need no lip, we're already hip We've got style you wish you had Yes it takes a girl to run this world One who's got style and flair Who'd watch a movie, kick your booty And never mess her hair The reigning queens, have all the means Of representing you So give it up and show some love Senior Officers of 2002! Copyright (c) Tara Langley |
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| Woven |
| To hear the rustling leaves Usher in the cold The masterpiece she weaves Wound loose long ago Its strands dance in the wind The colors faded gray Messages they send To once a colored day It has gone away now No longer it keeps someone warm The strands billow round Away it has worn She has been long dead Her soul has gone above For the woven strands of thread Were woven by love. Copyright (c) Tara Quinne Langley |
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| Dear Lord |
| Her soul floated on a cloud To her home above And I know That she's looking down on me Her words Still echoing in my ears Her saying ' I love you ' before she left My dreams filled with her love And her understanding she left with me I hope that some day, I wll see her again Please Let me walk through those Pearly Gates And be with my family In Jesus' name I have prayed Amen Copyright (c) Tara Quinne Langley |
| It seems as though a moment passed only by one life Could seem to last forever, and leave the one with strife How monstrous the waves have grown to pound upon the beach Along the shore where no boat of hers has yet to come and reach Beyond the glow of morning, on the horizon she does see Another ship somewhat like hers, answering her plea It pulls along the side and sees to the ship's sailing For all along she's floated, misquided and sometimes failing And once in a while its her baot that gets lost upon the way She sometimes finds herself afloat, sailing far astray The light in the light house shines not so bright And it is only she that gets tossed and thrown by night For once she floated ashore in a guarded, narrow bay Careening to and fro, for 'twas a stormy day The sunshine spilled out into the sea from a whole up in the sky She followed that tempest path, knowing well too why Even though her leagues have been tempest and of wrath Following the wind has made all the difference on this path. Copyright (c) Tara Quinne Langley |
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