I was an unfathomable mystery writer, producing novels for ardent readers,
Much like a mystery of vanishing pearly moon, as sun comes up to greet her.
My days were spent devising fresh plots, like edgy seas, seeking new shores,
Roving half of the scented world for another, as wafted flower seeds explore.
My books became so popular, because my name had been spoken by many,
Like roses of fields of honeyed sun, basking in quiet fame, and gazes plenty!
Friends found me in flowering, fabulous parks, at cherry sunsets of our lives,
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Mimi is my fond, constant companion, my nearest and dearest loyal friend,
Mimi makes golden, precious days brighter, like orange sun that never ends.
Mimi has the rare gift for loving, that causes one to respond in like fashion,
For if you knew her, you'd love her too, as jade nature loves to distraction.
On Pear Street, people ofttimes stare, for Mimi's a raving beauty, no doubt;
Like the varicolored blooms of halcyon summer, are admired on any route.
Mimi is definitely the quiet type, someone it is very pleasant to be around,
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The golden hour for rising has arrived, and there are violet roses in the sky,
So, I bid hello to you, my robust friend, as the vibrant, cerise birds float by.
The obsidian night, it was very long, and was filled with pleasant dreaming,
Like scenes from the heart of jade forests, where lush nature is screaming.
But the dark hours seem as ages past, since you have risen on the horizon,
Reflecting your glory in the limpid waters, as day slowly begins to brighten.
So nice to see you again, my old friend, peering in the doors and windows,
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Having been unemployed for some time, I had a fresh job prospect,
As sunlit rainbow beamed jaunty colors, the last time you checked.
I really needed some good news, as my savings were almost gone;
And without the paycheck coming in, I could not hold out very long.
The year before I had been laid off, but I resolutely kept searching,
Knowing I am good at what I do, like nature is good at blossoming!
This job prospect seemed promising, but I was tense nonetheless,
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I was a learned college professor, who was forever eager to know more,
As blue-gray waves, finding sandy beaches, turn to seek another shore.
I drove to work smiling, in those tangerine days, so glad for avid youths,
Like when dusky stars waltz out dreamy, winking to show hidden truths.
My long days were full, like the pink marguerites, crowding sunny fields,
Or the misty rainbow's vanishing, after a full sky vision's been revealed!
I was suited to my worthy profession, because I had an analytical mind,
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I was an unfathomable mystery writer, producing novels for ardent readers,
Much like a mystery of vanishing pearly moon, as sun comes up to greet her.
My days were spent devising fresh plots, like edgy seas, seeking new shores,
Roving half of the scented world for another, as wafted flower seeds explore.
My books became so popular, because my name had been spoken by many,
Like roses of fields of honeyed sun, basking in quiet fame, and gazes plenty!
Friends found me in flowering, fabulous parks, at cherry sunsets of our lives,
......
I was a vivacious, aroma loving barista, laboring midnights in a coffee shop,
Offering tasty drinks to fellow night owls, while others dreamed of lollipops.
My work was so pleasant and suited me, for I was enamored of neon nights;
And I had forever been this way, as sable beauty is seen in a different light.
I was an eager connoisseur of coffee, and we offered so many rich varieties,
Underneath the pink, hoot owl moon, like lush offerings under papaya trees.
Friends and I were like night and day, and we had wild times when we could,
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I was an experienced, intrepid hiker, who had wandered the Appalachian Trail,
As warm gold regularly wanders a blue world, focusing on each vibrant detail.
I had tramped so many interesting paths, both the famous, and the obscure,
Which had afforded me valued life experience, like that at childhood's detour.
My paths at times were treacherous, like a looming winter, treading so softly;
And that's the way life is, a medley of sunshine bliss, chased by errors costly!
Flamboyant friends favored wild things too, as orchards favor sun and breeze,
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I was a whimsical, interior designer, bringing colors and joy into living spaces,
Subtly changing neighborhoods and lives, like vibrant arcs the rainbow traces.
People were as dissimilar as their houses, the both of them rather fascinating,
Like flashing disparities of dazzling stars, when a pale moon is procrastinating.
My customers and I worked closely together, to gain functionality with beauty,
As evening sun associates with indigo sky, generating memories of tutti-frutti.
Fabled friends and I had dancing fun, on smooth floors of the flowery nightlife,
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I was an ambitious fine watchmaker, looking forward to sunshine tomorrows,
Like the remote edge of a fuchsia horizon, where gather racy, blue swallows.
I worked on clocks of all styles and sizes, repairing both old and the modern,
As spring beds each year boast old styles, and new ones, in fields untrodden.
I loved useful work that challenged me, requiring masterly skill and precision,
As autumn is challenged to create beauty, keeping up summer's fading vision.
Friends and I went to fetes together, in feathered and beribboned fascinators,
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