The blind man knows not the beauty of snow,
Only it's coldness and harshness.
He cannot see and does not know
It's loveliness or whiteness.
He can only feel it's harsh winds blow,
Or walk carefully on it's iciness.
He cannot see and does not know
It's loveliness or whiteness.
He only knows the chill and freezing,
He can only feel it's sadness.
He knows well the cold and sneezing,
But does not know it's whiteness.
JEDM-1964
I met a man named Mike, wearing polka dot boxers.
What a site!!
I got my binoculars to see, the space he sat,
Was above me.
We hit it off from the start, we joked, we laughed.
Be still heart!!
The party was waiting to see, would we get together?
He and me.
I did move to where he sat, he a magnet of chics,
Glad we met!!
We did get together at last, with his friends helping out,
"Mike move fast!"
A kiss for him I did send to put in his memory box,
To see again.
We talked and joked some more, he has a way with words.
What a lure!!
Friends I think we can be, The Garfield of Laval,
He and me.
JEDML 2001
TRUE LOVE
ONE WORD
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