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Famous Poets ~ That wandering Man Poet

IT’S singin’ in an’ out,
An’ feelin’ full of grace;
Here ’n’ there, up an’ down,
An’ round about th’ place.

It’s rollin’ up your sleeves,
An’ whit’nin’ up the hearth,
An’ scrubbin’ out th’ floors,
An’ sweepin’ down th’ path;

It’s bakin’ tarts an’ pies,
An’ shinin’ up th’ knives;
An’ feelin’ ’s if some days
Was worth a thousand lives.

It’s watchin’ out th’ door,
An’ watchin’ by th’ gate;
An’ watchin’ down th’ road,
An’ wonderin’ why he’s late;

An’ feelin’ anxious-like,
For fear there’s something wrong;
An’ wonderin’ why he’s kep’,
An’ why he takes so long.

It’s comin’ back inside
An’ sittin’ down a spell,
To sort of make believe
You’re thinkin’ things is well.

It’s gettin’ up again
An’ wand’rin’ in an’ out;
An’ feelin’ wistful-like,
Not knowin’ what about;

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Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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