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My Life 2My life is like the weather,
Changing day by day,
Never being certain,
Of what's coming my way.
LifeLife is short,
This we know,
But still we live our lives,
Every day that passes by,
Takes another til goodbye,
Each one that passes,
Lets us know,
We're getting nearer to,
Our time to go.
In each stage that passes by,
We become much older,
And our growing shows.
But life itself passes on,
And out spirits are,
Free to roam.
To be with youI believe that God above,
Created you for me to love,
I picked you out of all the rest,
Because I knew I loved you the best.
I had a heart and it was true,
But now it's gone to you,
Take care of it as I have done,
Because you have two and I have none.
If I shall die and go up there,
I'll wait for you at the golden stair,
And if you're not there by forgotten day,
I'll know you've gone the other way.
I'll give the angels back their wings,
Hope and halos and other things,
And just to show my love is true,
I'll go through hell to be with you.
Boys and me?!I hate boys,
and boys hate me.
I told him,
and he told me.
I hit him,
and he hit me.
Now I'm hurt,
and so is he.
Now I'm bruised,
and so is he,
A hot dayOn a hot and sticky day,
The builders slave away,
and the lady of the house will come outside and say,
"anyone for orange squash,
or lemonade or tea?"
They all look up with joyful grins.
"Yes please," they all agree,
"a cup of Rosie lee"
BoysI like boys and boys like me,
I saw him and he saw me,
I asked him and so asked me,
I said yes and so did he,
Now I'm happy, so is he,
I hope he's happy,
The same as me,
I hope it lasts and so does he,
I don't know his name, but he knows mine,
But I like him cause he's so divine,
I don't know what he thinks of me,
But I hope it's as he.
When it comes to valentine's day,
I need not think of his name,
I simply pick up my pen,
and my heart writes out his name.
BrothersBrothers can be menaces,
and also quite cruel,
But most of all bullies,
and big heads and all.
They pinch all your socks,
and nick all your sweets,
borrow your money,
and empty your pigs.
Wear your earrings,
and necklace chains,
give away jewelry,
to old girlfriends,
then they ask,
"What's a sister for?"
Oh god help me,
before I grow old.
TreesWhen you climb upon a tree,
A lot of things ya'll see,
Like apple trees and blossom tress,
And even the sea.
But if you climb right to the top,
Then much more you'll see,
But when you finally reach the top,
Please look out for me!
PoemsSome of these poems are written,
And some of these poems are typed,
But those that are written aren't typed,
And those that are typed are not written.
Some of these poems are old,
And some of these poems are new,
Some of these poems are copied,
But some are made up for you,
Some of these poems are happy,
And some of these poems are sad,
But those that are happy aren't sad,
And those that are sad are not happy.
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