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Cherry Tree Lane

There are things that go bump in the night.
Like monsters and goblins and critters that bite.
One can hardly tell,
from whence comes the smell,
of the odious breath,
of the Angel Of Death.
One does not know,
or even suspect!
That a viper awaits,
under her bed while she rests.
One does not see,
the dragon to be.
As it forms and it grumbles and it fumbles with extraordinary!
Claws and saws and fire breath hot!
With glowing red eyes and a mouth like a pot!
The Human eyes show,
what light can make known.
But when darkness is about,
Ghosts of the past make you doubt.
But even though the light has slipped away,
tomorrow is a branew day.
With every sunset,
I find my way,
out of this house,
of dismal dismay.
It’s time to move on,
to Cherry Tree Lane.
To have what I want,
in this month of May.
Two weeks, I’m counting.
I’m praying, I’m expecting!
Blessings upon blessings!
In this month of May.
No more waiting and toiling and working and hoping.
No more stopping myself from gleefully being;
happy, ecstatic, euphoric, elated!
Nothing could stop me,
from being contented.


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