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“Invest in apples, they beat the crap out of doctors” Gun Roswell
Apple invested
I invested in a red apple
Eating it the very first day, then
I went and bought more
Now I have apple in
All formats imaginable, fresh, dried, sauce, jam
No, it’s really no scam
An apple a day, may
Keep some doctors away, but better than
That, they taste real great
Eat the nature’s divine gift
Eat it inside, outside or in the lift
You cannot go very wrong
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“Alone at last” Gun Roswell
Alone
The last of the colours
The last of its kind, remaining until
Gone forever since it’s time
It hang there for a
While, changing its colours with the seasons
Clinging on for dear life
In wind and rain and
Storms, even pouring snow falls but now
It is time to say goodbye
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“Let’s see what lies beyond the final frontier” Gun Roswell
Alien world
Stepping inside the image, of
An alien world, at least to me
The colour palette, like something
From a child’s colouring book
Leaving the real world behind, entering whit
An open mind, never looking
Back, there is no return
Once the door closes, but I am
Determined to spend my life
Exploring this wondrous and dangerous
World, on my own, maybe meeting with
Some natives, who really knows
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“The tiniest of trucks, does the job” Gun Roswell
Tiny truck
Tiny truck, often was mocked
For being so small, what could it
Really haul? The others kept
It taunting, almost to a
Point of haunting, until one day it
Had had enough, it got
Really tough, went out to
Get a big pack of stuff, so
Big, it almost was lost
Under the great big haul
But alas, with a huff and puff
The tiny truck, proved them
All, who really really wrong
They had been and until this day
The heroics are told by
The tiny truck that could
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“Hey, you, are you looking at me?” Gun Roswell
Whatcha looking at
What the hell are you
Looking at? Is there something wrong in
The way I appear to
You? Would you want me
To change something in my appearance perhaps
Or just my face huh?
I don’t like people staring
I don’t enjoy them throwing food at
Me either, so stop now!
I am not a cow
But a really gorgeous Swan, you see
No? Just look at my
Reflection on the water’s surface
I am so damned good looking, no
One here in my kingdom
Dare to challenge me, or
Is it you, who will be the one?
Then I say: game on!
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“Sitting in peace and quiet, listening to the water fall” Gun Roswell
Waterfall
Under the waters of cool
Falling over onto my tired, aching body
The purity of it all
Makes me feel so tall
Washing away all, under this watery wall
I stand, silent and contempt
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“On the green pond, I sit and ponder” Gun Roswell
Pond
The flowers at the pond
Quietly on the waters calm surface flow
Nothing stirs them, nothing moves
Until a gust of wind
Makes a motion, causing all of them
To start towards each other
Flow, soon finding patterns only
Limited by my own imagination, nature’s tools of
Art best used here, now
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“On the green pond, I sit and ponder” Gun Roswell
Pond
On the lush green pond
I stare at the water and ponder
What would life be if
A fish or flower would
I be instead of this human corps
What if I was to
Dive in, would I turn
Or stay the same? Maybe changing would
Be the best option now
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“Hailing a ship, may sound easy” Gun Roswell
Ship ahoy!
Ship, ship, please, do stop!
I want to step on board and catch
A ride, sail on the
Ocean, with the best of
Them, but alas, I am a mere
Hitchhiker, of the waters, and
Trying to catch a ride
Is very hard, but please pick me
I will work so hard!
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“Solitary is a mood and a place” Gun Roswell
Solitary sailing
Sailing in my tiny dingy
Across the open seas, as far as
I can be, I have
No schedules and no one
To tell me I cannot do it
For I am sailing solo
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