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Preso en mi palacio
Me hacen una prisión para mí
cuando dibujo el puente
y cierre la puerta frontal,
y las puertas en el medio.
Silent guardias vigilan
sobre mí mientras yo duermo, pero
Al día siguiente llega, y
incluso este caballero va a
el trabajo, mientras que el palacio
todavía tiene que ser vigilado
de los ladrones que rompen
ventanas de baratijas.
I’m making a prison for myself
when I draw the bridge
and lock the front gate,
and the gates in between.
Silent guards keep watch
over me while I sleep, but
The next day comes, and
even this knight goes to
work while the palace
still has to be guarded
from thieves who break
windows for cheap trinkets.
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Working shoes…
black, tan, brown, don’t mind the
rain or a little dirt. It doesn’t hurt.
It helps because money will be there
at the end of the week so the family
can eat. The soles feed the souls.
Tennis shoes…
Sport shoes, cross trainers with
color and understood logos run
with the wind and defeat those
who are slow. The winners know
which shoes are the best.
Sandals…
are part-time shoes. They save the
tender toes from hot sand or sharp
little stones as feet go down the
street. When not in use, they are
tossed on the floor, to be found again.
Cowboy boots…
ropers for wranglers or dress boots
for dancing, step to the ways of the
West. Like a horse, they need to be
broke in, and then the saddle fits
for life. Cowboys die with them on.
Combat boots…
regardless of color, help keep the
world safe. Mud and blood, sweat
and death can stain the leather as
boots travel through forests and
deserts. They can be good friends.
Blue Suede shoes…
or red shoes, high-heeled shoes,
and bright white shoes celebrate
the happy times in life when people
get together with family and friends.
They get lonely in corner of the
closet when they have no parties
to attend.
House shoes…
the bunny hoppers or leather slip-ons
keep the feet warm on the cold nights
when the winds blow the snow over
the land. Hop hop to the table for
another cup of hot chocolate, and
everyone seems to have a good time.
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Chaussures
Chaussures de travail …
noir, beige, brun, ne crains pas le
la pluie ou un peu de terre. Il ne fait pas mal.
Il aide parce que l’argent sera là
à la fin de la semaine pour la famille
peut manger. Les semelles nourrir les âmes.Chaussures de tennis …
Chaussures de sport, des formateurs de la Croix avec
couleurs et logos compris exécuter
avec le vent et la défaite de ceux
qui sont lents. Les gagnants savent
les chaussures sont les meilleurs.Sandales …
sont à temps partiel chaussures. Ils économisent au
orteils offre de sable chaud ou tranchants
petites pierres comme pieds descendent vers la
rue. Lorsqu’il n’est pas utilisé, ils sont
jeté sur le plancher, d’être retrouvé.Bottes de cowboy …
Ropers pour Wranglers de bottes ou une robe
pour danser, pas pour les voies du
Ouest. Comme un cheval, ils ont besoin pour être
entrés par effraction, puis la selle va
pour la vie. Cowboys mourir avec eux.
Bottes de combat …
indépendamment de la couleur, aider à garder le
monde plus sûr. Boue et de sang, de sueur
et la mort peuvent tacher le cuir, comme le
bottes Voyage à travers forêts et
déserts. Ils peuvent être de bons amis.
Blue Suede Shoes …
ou des chaussures rouges, des chaussures à hauts talons,
et des chaussures blanc brillant célébrer
les moments heureux dans la vie où les gens
se retrouver entre parents et amis.
Ils get lonely dans le coin de la
placard où ils n’ont pas de parties
à y assister.
Maison de chaussures …
les trémies lapin ou du bon cuir-ons
garder les pieds au chaud durant les nuits froides
lorsque les vents soufflent la neige sur
la terre. Hop hop à la table pour
une autre tasse de chocolat chaud, et
Chacun semble avoir du bon temps.
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The circus man on the
flying trapeze says in a
commercial his investments
are a question of balance.
Dad said it was time for
the tires on the car to get
rotated and balanced.
He also said to another
guy in line the time
he works and the time he
stays home is a question
of balance.
And Mom gets mad when
she has to balance the
checkbook and the bills.
I don’t understand.
Mom says I need to have
balanced meals or I won’t
grow up big and strong.
That makes sense.
All I know about balance
is, if I lose it,
I fall off my bike.
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Climb the tree of wisdom.
Climb it unto the top.
Afrr gaining all this… widsom,
you can easily see that
the world is
an old lifeless
cracked rock.
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Some people, like Brother Bill Kelso, like to keep Christmas cards through the years of special people, but sometimes, we look back at them and ask “Who is this guy”
Christmas Card
Dust collects on the past stored in the attic of my mind,
but there is one memory I can’t seem to find.
An old Christmas card folded out to this signed name.
I can’t remember when I got it or even the sender’s face.
This was a minor mystery to me, so I took a look in
My worn-out address book, and the name was gone.
The illustration on the card was new; it didn’t seem that long
ago that I stuffed it in the box with all the other cards.
I had to find an answer, and the other cards were clues.
I looked at all the cards again, and I started feeling blue.
Where did all the time go, and what have I done worth while?
Like a time capsule, the box preserved events in a card file.
Part of me wanted to trash the first card, and the rest of them,
But the unrecognized signature was still a mystery.
I focused on the single card and I wrote down possibilities
of who the person could be, but the list was short.
I was glad I didn’t toss the box of Christmas cards away.
Finally, I remembered the single card was signed by a friend
Who helped me out when my love for you started to stray.
This brought the mystery of the holiday card to an end.
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Sea Shell Memories
It was a summer I thought would never end.
I was having problems and needed a friend.
We walked, talked and picked up sea shells on the beach.
My new world was filled with relaxation and peace.
I was good to breathe and feel the warm ocean air,
and I couldn’t believe I was really there.
Your words and thoughts comforted my troubled mind.
I found the inner strength that is sometimes hard to find.
I went on this vacation, stranded, tired and weak.
When I left, I knew I could stand tall on my feet.
I was a different person when I came to this town,
and I’m glad that that you were around to see
the person I knew I could be with more possibilities.
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