Category: Poetry

  • Tara : Present

    They would be cowboys again,

    Roaming wild on plains so free.

    The mob’s fiendish head led a chant

    “Burn the red tape, release the economy!”

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  • Tara : Past

    Let me tell you the tale of Tara

    Bubbly, energetic, with a spirit ever so free,

    Laugh like a babbling brook

    And a smile as wide as you’d ever see.

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