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I’m sometimes a sinner
Sometimes a saint
Always a ragamuffin
Perfection I certainly ain’t

I cry real tears
Full of snot and fears
Insecurities abound
Wrapped up
In sin filled worry and shame

Sometimes it mine
And often I believe
It ain’t up to me
To shoulder all the blame
But I do
All the same

I’m sometimes a sinner
Sometimes a saint
Always a ragamuffin
Perfection I certainly ain’t

I’m crazily bold
And awfully kind
I’ll be there if you’re in a bind

My hearts pretty soft
With an inquisitive mind
But I’m like a dog with a bone
When I’ve got
Something to chew
A problem to stew

I’m sometimes a sinner
Sometimes a saint
Always a ragamuffin
Perfection I certainly ain’t

My pasts quite a tale
A colourful story
To paint
But I’m looking forward
To this vision of love
And my ragamuffin ways

I’m sometimes a sinner
Sometimes a saint
Always a ragamuffin
Perfection I certainly ain’t

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Afternoon sun
Soaks into parched skin
I sit
For a moments
Reflection
Introspection

To clear minds chaos
And focus
On Gods paradise
Here on earth

Clear blue skies
Happy cries
When a boy catches
Then releases
His first fish

Music in the air
Laughter
Carried on
Warm breezes
To everywhere

And for a brief moment
I can forget
All worries
And cares
And just be one
With all creation

Sunrise seeping in

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I stand here
In the frigid cold
Berate
The lateness of the bus

Dance about the icy ground
So I don’t skate
Bemoan my frostbitten
Fingers
Although I may
Exaggerate

Until I look past my whining
Up to the sky
And let out a bewildered sigh

At the brilliant shades
Of pinks of blues
Bespoken hues
Whispered love songs
That make me think of you

And warmth seeps in
To tips of fingers
All the way
To my frosty toes
And my lips can’t help
But stretch wide

Where once a frown
This smile
Can no longer hide

Little invaders

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Honey hair
tangled
Across the pillow case

Tummy pressed
Into the mattress
Bum
Slightly in the air
Without nary a care

Pink striped
footy Jammies
In size six

Diagonally
Splayed across
The bed

Who knew
Such a little
girl

Could
take up such
A big space
In my heart

Decorating the tree

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Festive, twinkling
Lights
Speakers
With echoed
Baritone voices
Singing of silent nights

Amidst fights
Of ornament placement
Candy cane negotiations
And the undertones
Of a different kind
Of sadness

Digging
Through the box
For the mistletoe
To find distraction
And a different kind
Of gladness

Instead the memories
And the baggage
Carried
Inside a heart

Pulls apart
What once
So deeply buried

To uncover
A path
Too long tarried
From there
To here

Great expectations

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In the unlikeliest moments
When least expected
The most incredible things
A life
Can bring

Darkened room
Where bitter gloom
Has washed all of the air
From lungs
But the voice
On the other end
Of the line

Breathes
Life back into
Mine

In the unlikeliest moments
When least expected
The most incredible things
A life
Can bring

In the moment
Where the worlds
Stopped spinning
And nothing
Seems to be winning

Your hand
Slips into mine
And you softly whisper
It’s going to be just fine

In the unlikeliest moments
When least expected
The most incredible things
A life
Can bring

My heart beats
And yours responds
No matter the call

Whether I fly
Or you fall

The sun, the moon
The stars
The simple beauty
Of it all

In the unlikeliest moments
When least expected
The most incredible things
A life
Can bring

Bringing love

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Dreary shades of blacks
Mingled
With mixed up clouds
Of greys

Remnants of endless
Autumn days

Where once
Hope drowning in
Dirty puddles

Huddled
in dark corners
And shaded hallways

Lurking
Smirking
at me

From under
Endless seas
Of colourless umbrellas

Shirking the responsibility
Of other-centred love

Now bouncing back
Picking up the mantle
Of what I ask

The task
Of bringing light
Into this heart

And love to others
By doing
What is kind
And ultimately
What is right

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