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Poems by Sara Bredemeyer (age 7) I Sing A Song, I sing a song That is true I hope you believe me 12/19/06 A Lullaby You can't Hear A lullaby 6/07 Poems for Adults A face in the window is calling your name Someone calling from the past, pale from being so old, only living in your memories staring from far back in your mind.
Aside our dreams as hopes come, We have our own realities. Our dreams give us hopes, And our hopes give us dreams. We can only be us with them, Till the real world gives us advice, And we can be ourselves. Without our hopes and dreams Life although, Would be very different to us all. And it would be nothing, And we'd all be the exact same. While the old true life sits alone, Till people find it once again.
3/12/07
Another human is born. Crowds gather at the death, And at the birth. Could the new one Be as great as the one who lay down? Or is the new one better? In time we find out who is greater, And who is worse. And who thinks which was the miracle, And who is the one who disturbs. But everything is Good in the end.
3/12/07
A long depression means life is better afterward, As all people wonder why it had to happen. When life is better humans have too much greed, And twas another depression must take place. Yet one hasn't taken place in a long time, that means it will happen soon.
Be depressed For a long time yet not to be. 3/13/07 Testing hope can truly take a while. If someone's worthy, they May pass the gates to heaven, And truth will be your gift.
3/14/07
from Poems for children
Work is for Finally getting it Correct
The night is for Making sure you don't fall asleep In school
Shops are for Getting more stuff For them
Dreams are for Keeping you entertained during The night
Compasses are for Learning how to Use them
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