3 Poems

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Our conversations,
Go in one ear and out the other or are stored as lessons.
Our feelings,
Are ignored or turned into milestones of our life.
Our memories,
Are forgotten or are cherished every day.
Our friends,
Move on or are by your side through life.
Our family,
Pass away or face the effects of aging by your side.



Rock, Paper, Scissors.

Rock, paper, scissors is quite a fun game,
And it has such a simple name.
You have a one out of three chance.
Maybe this game started in France.
In this game there is no skill.
Wish you the best of luck, you will.
This game itself is a simple beat,
But you never play it with your feet.
Rock…Paper…Scissors…is the way it goes.
How to master it, no one knows.



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You’re out of this world,
Like a shooting star.
It’s as if you were sent from above,
Like an angel.
I don’t know what I’d do without you,
It’s like Valentine’s Day with love.
I’m missing you so much,
It’s as if a fish lost its fins.
I care for you,
Like no other.





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