Wild Spirits

The wild spirits of wolves dance
Free in the passionate night
Oh what a rare sight
See how they prance
Ne'er seen in daylight.
As in darkness they chance
To frollick in the moonlight
Giving me a glance
At the wonderful delight
My mind in trance
Now free to the wilds of night


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Dream

As I lay in my bed
Unable to sleep
I try counting sheep
Thats what mum said

At last I fall asleep
Then I start to dream
I’m sitting by the stream
In a field with sheep

Oh if only I had an ice cream
It would be a treat
In this hot heat
I’m glad this is only a dream

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Help

The ink in my pen is running low
And you may think I am a bit slow
But does anyone know where to go?
I’m looking for the poets flow

I’m looking for a poets muse
I don’t know what words to use
I know to you this will sound absurd
But I can’t think of another word

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Ben

Hi my name is Ben
I’ve got ink
In my pen
And the ap link

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Life

Living life
In the
Fast lane is
Exciting

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