Villanelles

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It's a cute song she hums

It's a cute song she hums
so fine , its tune, its beat ,
enhanced by sounds of drums.
She moves her wrists , her thumbs
her eyes , her arms , her feet.
It's a cute song she hums .
She shakes her head , her bum
and moves towards the street ,
enhanced by sounds of drums.
They all join in . The chums
who can be such a treat .
It's a cute song she hums .
No one is mute or dumb
to music , gay and sweet ,
enhanced by sounds of drums.
Music , gaiety or rum
there to make life complete .
It's a cute song she hums.
enhanced by sounds of drums .

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ASTRAY

They have all gone astray
For them is wasted toil.
Who will show them the way ?

Around the sunken bay.
They eat their bones, their spoil.
They have all gone astray.
When we asked them to pray
their answers make us boil.
Who will show them the way?
Their lives are tales of grey
for lack of bread and oil.
They have all gone astray.
They daily wayside stray
and will not work or toil.
Who will show them the way?
They are moths, coloured gray
Daylight dawns, they recoil.
They have all gone astray
Who will show them the way?
Aggie
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A Pale Star

In the night, deep and afar
you search the sky to see
there twinkles a pale star.
Imagine , in a car
you fly above a tree
in the night, from afar.
Then you spy from a bar
at milky way , so free.
There twinkles a pale star.
It shines, a gold dinar
its face so sweet so wee
in the night, from afar .
It cries when there's a war
and wanes at hour three.
There twinkles a pale star.
Play the song, Night Guitar
to a pale star, that's me.
In the night,deep and far
there twinkles a pale star.
Aggie