4 in a Row

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Deer

Awkward deer dancing in the forest,
Hobbling to and fro.
Weaving and twirling,
leaping and curling,
Why? I do not know.

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Now is time
to write inn rhyme.
Why is it so?
I still don't know.


Mr. Moss

Mr Moss, 
gave his green hair a toss.
He pondered the loss,
of his favorite dental floss,
And in all he felt rather cross.


He walks in light

She walks, 
in light.
He walks, 
in shadow.

She laughs,
in light.
He weeps, 
in shadow.

She sings,
in light.
He screams
in shadow.

She lives,
in light.
He's dying,
in shadow.

She stops,
in light.
He stops,
in  shadow.

He walks,
in light.
She walks,
in shadow.

He rejoices,
in light.
She smiles,
in shadow.

He lives,
in light.
She fades,
in shadow.

He walks,
He laughs,
He sings,
He LIVES,
in light.