William Kofoed

Not all flowers do look nice

Not all flowers do smell good
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The days are growing longer, warmer
The snows are less often, lighter
Soon the storms will turn to rain
And no longer will I need to plow
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How can I teach you to see
the blue of the sky in a hummingbird egg
born to fly as the color does show
or here's the ocean waves
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today upon an endless trail
that seems endless going straightly on
though there are traps hidden upon
into which I stumble every one
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Bitter night
seventeen degrees
all is covered
in frozen white
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Auburn hair in long waves falls
bright sunlight glistens red highlights
tight ringlet of curls on forehead found
all flows lightly upon the breeze
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Once upon a time
A man needed to measure
Everyone in the land
For the king could know
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Some people
Want a bod
Want to have
Curves every where
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A line is drawn
To say this is mine
Here I decide
What are the rules
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He lived hard
Lived fast
But luck was
Rarely his
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As I bake
Often I wonder
How it was
The first time
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In the cold of the night
as the cold wind does blow
under the far away stars
I walk in the dark
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Little bugs keep fallowing me
Looking for somewhere to be
My hat is wide with shade for them
As it makes shade for me
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A pile of leaves
Lays peaceful quiet
Till one day
It burst into flames
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When I was young
I thought I knew
Where to draw the line
But today
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Calendars lie
I know they do
Never could I be
As old as they say
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In the now
And now is gone
Changing what is
Different now than then
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Here I stand
Nose against the glass
I have no money
Cannot buy
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There it is
It is not for me
I cannot have it
But I don't care
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When He calls and I talk with Him
People see me talking to someone who isn't there
And listing to answers that they can't hear
They think that on the phone I must be
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