Category: jingle poetry


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The summer storms
are so wild
they make me feel
just like a child

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Thunder crashes
lightning booms
I feel the tremble
throughout all the rooms

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I run outside
I skip and dance
the thunderstorm
puts me in a trance

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Childlike glee
comes over me
I raise my arms up high
and scream at the sky

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The rain sweeps in
all I can do is grin
as I become
soaked to the skin

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The summer storms
break the skies
the exquisite smells are abound
as I sing and dance around

Summer storms please come back soon
you make me want to swim with joy

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Written with help from my daughter Ashley.


I sing of sorrow
in my lonely land
I sing of sorrow
no one ever understands.
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I sing of sorrow
when I am all alone
I sing of sorrow
now that my children are grown.
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I sing of sorrow
that I lost my friends
I sing of sorrow
that there is no one that I can depend
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I sing of sorrow.
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I sing of sorrow.
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I sing of sorrow
even though I am not alone
I sing of sorrow
who to call? on the phone?
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no one.
so I sing. sing. and sing.
I sing
Of sorrow.
and hope for a better tomorrow.
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For all.