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What can a little poem do?

It can reach out to touch your heart

It can say "You're going to be all right"

It can hand you a flaming sword

It can say "Stand your ground and fight"

It can bring a flickering candle

And invite you into the light

A little poem can sit quietly by your side

Hold your shaking hand so tight

A little poem

Carried like a leaf on the wind

Can bring the message "Keep going

You can do it. We can do it.

You are not alone."

We travel together as friends

Caring and sharing our lives

You can fold the poem, carry it in your pocket

A talisman, a love letter

As we walk towards the unknown

You and me and a little poem

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YEARNING

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YEARNING

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There is a beautiful garden 

Fragrant and glowing with a heavenly light

Paths of peace and contentment

Wind through the whispering trees

Birdsong and butterflies fill the gentle air

Under radiant blue skies and dreaming clouds

We look at this garden 

Through iron bars, unable to enter

Instead we are given a small handful of seeds

To begin the work of making a garden

Of our own.

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FIVE

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FIVE

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This is what I am here to say:

Eat five fruits and vegetables every day

Consume fresh produce - at least five

To keep you healthy and alive

Dark leafy greens, cruciferous ones too

Five fruits and veggies working hard for you

A few simple recipes, you're on your way!

To eating five fruits and vegetables every day

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BRAVE NEW WHIRL

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BRAVE NEW WHIRL

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When an addicted person finally struggles their way

Onto the safe dry land of recovery

They discover a whole new world

Possibilities abound, paths going in every direction

It can be confusing and overwhelming

The best thing about the land of sobriety and abstinence

Is that you only need to take the first step

Then assess if this is a good orderly direction

Towards the better life envisioned 

The journey of a thousand miles

Begins with that first uncertain step

On this, the first day, the only day 

Any of us have to make our way towards

The Light

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MIRACLE OF MIRACLES

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MIRACLE OF MIRACLES

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When you are born you are given a "you"

To care for and cherish, to learn what to do

To keep the "you" safe, watered and fed

Exercised daily, put gently to bed

Your "you" is amazing, only one in the world

From out of the void that drifted and swirled

The atoms all joined, they knew what to do

The cosmos delighted to make wonderful "you"

Every cell in your body, every thought in your mind

Is precious and special, the only one of its kind

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WHEN

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She'll be coming round the mountain

She'll be coming round the bend

The mountain trail is so winding

She can never see the end

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Onward she will travel

Over hill and over dale

Sometimes friends walk with her

As she hikes along her trail

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There are many glorious beauties

There are dangers out there too

She must factor in the weather

She must make her footsteps true

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We each have our mountain trail

Sometimes our paths converge

Someday we'll reach the trail's end

Where all our paths will merge

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CH CH CH CHANGES

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Ch Ch Ch Changes

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Some creatures, when they molt

Are just slightly larger versions of their prior life

Some creatures, when they molt

Change so dramatically that they emerge looking nothing like

The old version

There is no missing link, no Mr. Inbetween

Just one day it becomes obvious that things

Simply can not go on as they were

Change is needed, required, the only viable option

Then we need a safe cocoon of quiet and solitude

As the changes magically occur

(Because if this isn't magic, nothing is magic)

One fine day we emerge in our new form

Reborn, a new creature, a blessing to the world

With colorful wings and a new mandate of peace and good will

Towards all

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