Author: June Nash
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Poem: Awarded
Awarded Received an award, make it two. Good, but now I have things to do. Conditions come with this blessing. I’ll tell here, no need for guessing. – First, to donor, I must give thanks, This blogger upon heart string yanks. To Sofie, thanks, Green Cheata too. A little late, but late must do. –…
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Poem: Too Late, Mommy’s Gone
Too Late, Mommy’s Gone Mommy’s gone, not coming home. Off to church, us three alone. Mommy said, need to be brave. Care for papa, and behave. Mommy’s in a better place. Angels will, her pain, erase. Daddy says at church must pray. Too late now, she’s gone away. June Nash I subscribe to the Weekly…
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Poem: Daylight Savings Crime
Daylight Savings Crime Twice per year we change the time. This law we have seems a crime. Internal clocks remain same. Crazy time practice is blame, Accidents, at work and home. As muddle brained people roam. Foggy brain clouds need to clear. Lets keep same time the whole year . June Nash
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Poem: Compromise or Compromised
Compromise or Compromised To compromise, meet on common ground. Committed to change, both parties bound . That is how I thought it would be. I thought that, it was silly of me. You cannot change, your way critical. I must change, that would be practical. For you yes, but I suffer dearly. I lose self,…
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Poem: Is Halloween Dead?
Is Halloween Dead? Trick or treat, the night is dead. Not one kid here to be fed. It’s not ghosts nor spooks that scare. Must be crime makes them beware. I, when young, through streets would run. Could not wait, for setting of sun. Trick or treat, the sport has changed. In control, parties arranged.…
June Nash 