Two Gentlemen

There was a man,

His name was Blue.

He was a man

Who thought of you.

He came on by,

Knocked on your door.

He ate your soul,

Then asked for more. 

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There was a man,

His eyes were gray.

When spoken to,

He turned away. 

And when he came

Through opened door,

He ate the scraps

And looked no more. 

The New Year

The splendid winter months are here,

And with them, a blank sheet - 

A perfect white composed entirely

Of snow and ice and sleet. 

And though the days are getting short

And yesteryear has gone,

Just place your pen upon the page

And draw another dawn.