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Jewels
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

I lived a quiet but active life, packed with brilliant sparkle and warm shine,
Like devoted lovers strolling under the captive moon, sometime after nine.

I was the manager of a jewelry store, with a number of interesting duties,
Like the duty of the fashionable redbirds, to linger in lush, ripe fruit trees.

I dwelt on a peaceful street with my family, and we hadn't lived there long,
In a house facing the mellowed sun, and a wild variegated butterfly throng.

It was a gracious older home, and we'd been given a housewarming party,

......

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Lighthearted
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

I'm ashamed to say I was a grumpy pessimist, as some events soured me,
Just as some cherries stay sour, although lingering long on the cherry tree.

Although grumpy, I was rather happy, and I'd worked hard for what I got,
Like the times you meet, silver moon in dreams, always in the same spot.

Good friends tried to joke away bad moods, as sun is peeking from clouds,
For when someone cares deeply about you, they will do all that love allows.

But, all happiness was tinged with doubts, for life can sometimes be cruel,

......

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Lighthearted
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

I'm ashamed to say I was a grumpy pessimist, as some events soured me,
Just as some cherries stay sour, although lingering long on the cherry tree.

Although grumpy, I was rather happy, and I'd worked hard for what I got,
Like the times you meet, silver moon in dreams, always in the same spot.

Good friends tried to joke away bad moods, as sun is peeking from clouds,
For when someone cares deeply about you, they will do all that love allows.

But, all happiness was tinged with doubts, for life can sometimes be cruel,

......

Continue reading
Jewels
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

I lived a quiet but active life, packed with brilliant sparkle and warm shine,
Like devoted lovers strolling under the captive moon, sometime after nine.

I was the manager of a jewelry store, with a number of interesting duties,
Like the duty of the fashionable redbirds, to linger in lush, ripe fruit trees.

I dwelt on a peaceful street with my family, and we hadn't lived there long,
In a house facing the mellowed sun, and a wild variegated butterfly throng.

It was a gracious older home, and we'd been given a housewarming party,

......

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