Swampyville's - "My Precious Beloved"
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 Swampyville's - You're the Poet!
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You're the Poet!

Fill in the below blanks with the following words

or use your own words.

By, coy, discreet, joy, lot, meet, memory,

not, sky, see, tears, years.

My Precious Beloved!

By L. Don Oliver

Oh! my precious beloved,

Together again we shall ____;

Where shade covers the grass,

Beneath our Old Oak ________;

We will lie there together,

And gaze up at the ___;

Build cloud castles in the air,

And watch the world go __;

Plucking the petals from a flower,

"She loves me, she loves me ___";

Some will say that is passe,

But, to me it still means a ___;

I'll recite a tender poem.

An you will act a little ___;

With our aging hands entwined,

We will revisit all our ___;

We will whisper sweet words of love,

And try to hold back the _____;

Then we will embrace each other,

As we have through all the _____;

We will not allow our yesterdays,

To become but only a ______;

For there is much in life to come.

So many new things yet to ___;

Previous Poem.

Glory of War!

By L. Don Oliver

The cannon roars,

A rifle shot;

A soldier dies,

All for nought;

The bell rings,

On Village Square;

There's no rejoicing,

That's abiding there;

Six gun salute,

A trumpet sounds;

Another soldier buried,

In hallowed grounds;

A mother cries,

Her child gone;

She returns to,

An empty home;

That's the moral,

End of story,

In any war,

There's no glory;

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