On a guitar of time, he played pleasant tunes,
the rhymes of his life were sung by the moon.
Always keep moving, he never looked behind,
stepped to the beat tunes played in his mind.
Many wise words he sang, so lovely the sound,
composed with chords that kept peace around.
I sometimes get visions and with them shivers,
as I think of the legend that traveled this river.
I wish it were true, that he wrote such a song,
when the world heard it, we'd all sing along.
Last night at dinner we had some fish,
and though I tried, I did not finish.
My m
A rose for every year,
many smiles for every tear
Way more of the first than ever
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
To Taste The Sweet Perfection Of Your Embrace
I have been lucky enough to feel your touch
You are my love and to me you mean so much
I think of her and our time together,
And the tears come to my eye.
I never wante
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
God blessed me one sunny day.
He sent me an angel from so far away
To love and he
The Nightmare Before Christmas
Big, fat Santa bounded through my halls;
He made everything shake, even the walls.
<Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
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