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Autumn
As the Autumn leaves are falling
I hear the wind your name it’s calling.
As the dark nights draw in further
I hear the wind, it’s voice a murmur.
As the conkers fall off the trees
I hear it whistle, an Autumn breeze.
As the flying birds migrate
Quickly before it’s too late.
– Jane Tomlin
At The Sea – Side
When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup.
In every hole the sea came up,
Till it could come no more.
– Robert Louis Stevenson
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I Want It Now!
Gooses, geeses
I want my geese to lay gold eggs for easter
At least a hundred a day
And by the way
I want a feast
I want a bean feast
Cream buns and doughnuts
And fruitcake with no nuts
So good you could go nuts
No, now
I want a ball
I want a party
Pink macaroons
And a million balloons
And performing baboons and
Give it to me now
I want the world
I want the whole world
I want to lock it
All up in my pocket
It’s my bar of chocolate
Give it to me now
I want today
I want tomorrow
I want to wear ’em
Like braids in my hair and
I don’t want to share ’em
I want a party with roomfuls of laughter
Ten thousand tons of ice cream
And if I don’t get the things I am after
I’m going to scream
I want the works
I want the whole works
Presents and prizes
And sweets and surprises
Of all shapes and sizes
And now
Don’t care how, I want it now
Don’t care how, I want it now
– Roald Dahl
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The Flower
Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.
To and fro they went
Thro’ my garden bower,
And muttering discontent
Cursed me and my flower.
Then it grew so tall
It wore a crown of light,
But thieves from o’er the wall
Stole the seed by night.
Sow’d it far and wide
By every town and tower,
Till all the people cried,
‘Splendid is the flower! ‘
Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.
And some are pretty enough,
And some are poor indeed;
And now again the people
Call it but a weed.
– Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Vision Of Peace
A Vision Of Peace is what we long to see….,
Seems our hearts keep praying…, for what may never be….,
Yes, we want to end the misery of war and devastation…,
But I believe the key to peace is a solid education.
The primitive and ignorant are like a raging cancer….,
So suppressed and depraved….,
They feel fighting and killing is the only answer….,
The Vision Of Peace is a distant wish of enormous size….,
One that we can only hope and pray someday our world will realize.
– Trade Martin
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