Jay Loring

I know you miss your mama,
I miss your mama too.
But mama's mama needs her now,
so, what are we to do?
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Dear Santa,

I'm sorry to bother you,
Santa, my dear.
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My Dear Child,
I just got your letter -
along with the key,
and I wanted to thank you
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Of all the poems that I could write,
of all the subjects grand,
of this sweet tale, I think I might -
the girl who took my hand.
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It was one of those magical times
when the world around you dresses up
in its brightest, cleanest,
most ornate garments and
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I woke to a familiar friend -
his coming unexpected.
He came in softly in the night -
his presence undetected.
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The rain has been falling
what seems like forever.
I'm not really certain how long.
It's no good attempting
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I felt the warmth of the sun today.
I wondered where he'd been.
I'd missed the bright and pleasant ray
and couldn't remember when
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The sun shines through my window now.
My senses drink it in.
I lift the shades up and allow
its warmth to touch my skin.
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Green...everywhere the earth is budding
forth in vernal hues. My senses are alive, anxious
to shake off the dull sameness of winter.
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It seems so busy in the fall,
with hurricanes and storms and all.

It throws the leaves, it drives the rain,
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We can learn a lot from trees.

We can learn a lot from bees.
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The trees can teach us, one and all,
to stand up straight, to stand up tall.
That only God…or man's cruel hands,
can make such mighty creatures fall.
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Well, I grew up thinking a furlough
was a missionary home from the field.
And making the rounds through their churches,
for support and for prayer they appealed
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The things we say, the words we write
can baffle and confuse a lot.
Especially when the word we use,
we can't be sure is right or not.
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I loved Dr. Seuss...and it
still makes me smile.
You might even say
I'm a Seussamophile!
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I fight, even though I may lose.
To accept lazy speech, I refuse!
For the perfect word's there.
Seems we're just not aware
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An old friend appeared at my door
Philosophically changed at his core.
He said, through his tears,
'After so many years,
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Well, I am a bonafide Irishman!
A chip off the old Blarney stone.
And Scottish and tall as
the great William Wallace.
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The world would be a better place,
if it were not for people.
For more than just a few of them
are senseless witless sheeple.
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