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What Is Ours
Cup of coffee shared toast
Fruity pepples cheerios cheer us on
No pitter patter of little feet
Some battles lost some beat
I hold out for hope I wont retreat
I drink the bottle almost drown
Yesterdays taste makes me frown
Curtains drawn I hide my face
This worlds a sometime lonely place
Christmas Passes New year baby
To be young again with You again
A sweet toast juicy juice
Maybe someday we all drink Snapple
We wake up grapeful happy
New Years Eve would you believe
Mother Natures tease Tic Toc Father Clock
What Is Ours Yours and Mine
Tomorrow maybe Pure Love and You in the Morning
Sonja Kuehnle
Copyright ©2008 Sonja Sheryl Kuehnle
| On March 18th 2008 msszelly Said : | |
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Thank you so much. You seem so nice. |
| On March 12th 2008 locachoclate Said : | |
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this is a great poem, |


