A little rhyme

oil painting from the Gite.

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This could be Heaven

Or this could be Hell

No lucky seven

And no golden bell

Just a chance for fun

In the midday sun

Just a chance to be

More than we can see

In the here and now

Never wonder how

Love upon us fell

As we buy and sell

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Madness

Oil painting copy of

The Sistine Madonna

by Raphael
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Where once a great prophet sat to teach
Little children play upon the beach
Someone loads a shell into the breach
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Or was it a landmine beneath the sand
The mindless act of a dead man’s hand
Part of the madness of the Holy Land
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For the truth is always the first to die
When all around we defend a lie
And hell is the sound of a child’s cry
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Where once angelic angels did descend
With love not anger to defend
What men would kill, little children then?

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Pencil drawing

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Pencil drawing of Gladys Knight

Eight-year-old Gladys Knight

winning an award for singing in 1952

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If you believe God is love
Then light doesn’t come from above
Like the glittering stars
Shinning down from afar
It must be something much nearer
It must be something much dearer
Like the look of a child
When they see something wild
A look of total delight
Not seen in a bird in flight
A look of devotion
Not seen in the ocean
Just like the light in an eye
When two lovers say goodbye

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A new year a new war

oil painting in black and white

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It seems funny to fight
Over such a small piece of land
When we all have infinity
In the palm of our hand

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