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A Scattering Of Quizzical Looks

A scattering of quizzical looks,
A flurry of meaningful hugs,
Why must my sad lady fair
Scare as if all men are thugs?
More than a pair of kisses &
A small certain of rolled up eyes;
With a hand-to-palm reflex too old—
Ma’am, unspoken thoughts aren’t all lies!
Just gimme some shelter:
Those northern storms boil up so fast.
I’m not very sure your fear and dread
Will all night gunk us up in the past.
Lovely one retired just last week,
Congrats on your monies independent,
But risk a chance with a dancer cheek-to-cheek
Before your tired heart is completely spent.
To those eyes whose tears have shed Afghani sands—
Find your calm and take hold of loving carefully hands.

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Sweet Bonnie Marie

Sweet Bonnie Marie
How do you fare?
It grieves me you’re distressed—
Need you a kiss, a hug, and a prayer?

May the following new days
Spread Light and Joy over your way;
And into the yon cold nights
May Happiness and Warmth with you the longer stay

Sweet Bonnie Marie
Of the Shamrock and the Thistle—
If anything I can humbly add
Know well all’s required is your beckoning whistle

Be Ever Grand And Light of Heart
And bring your Smile to the new day’s start