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  1. Our Kitty Cats

    Our Kitty Cats

    We prayed for our own kitty cat
    And God blessed us with two
    Who love it when we hug and pat
    And carry them 'round too.

    Born on a farm in Paraguay
    Then dropped off at a mall;
    We noticed them when we walked by -
    They looked so scared and small.

    Three weeks have passed since we came home
    With our two kitty cats
    And since then they have blossomed; grown
    And look much less like rats.
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    Updated Dec 19th 2012 at 12:03 AM by paidforinfull

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  2. Lean On Me



    Lean On Me
    When I was yet a tiny fir tree
    Shallow-rooted, supple, thin;
    Another young tree grew beside me
    And I thought it rude of him.

    I needed space; refused to share -
    Why couldn't he just go away?
    About his needs I did not care,
    But always wanted my own way.

    Then one fateful day at dawn
    As dew drops sparkled on my leaves,
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  3. I Like the Night

    I Like the Night

    I love to stand in my garden at night
    When everything's lit by the moon's soft light;
    Listening to the rustling leaves
    Whilst flowers sway in the midnight breeze,
    And there above me - way up high
    I see the bejeweled velvet-clad sky:
    God's Creation at peace and at rest -
    Oh yes, I do like the night time best.


    2012 by Belinda van Rensburg
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  4. A Whisper on the Wind

    A Whisper On the Wind

    A fog, a mist, a tear, a prayer,
    A shadow passing by;
    A choice, a test,
    No time to rest;
    Seemingly unfair.

    A word, a thought, a touch - a breath,
    A whisper on the wind;
    Now here, now gone:
    A snuffed out song,
    Fading into death.

    Life's short - it's here, then seen no more,
    Withering like grass;
    A time to choose
    Accept; refuse:
    To open up the door.
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  5. Fright Night (a children's poem)



    Fright Night
    (A children's poem)

    In the deepest, darkest night
    After I've turned off the light
    Creatures lurk within my room
    Planning my demise and doom.

    They slither, slink and crawl around
    Making not the slightest sound;
    Waiting with abated breath
    To pounce and scare me half to death.

    My heart is pounding
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