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The valley sleeps but I cannot, I sit upon a rock,
So weary from all my days of toil and thought,
The moon's light caresses you, mighty one—
River will soon carry me down, and you will rise.
It makes me feel alive when I sing.
My mom playing piano and my
granpa on guitar my dad calls
us Uncle Johns Band.
Which is a song that makes me happy
because it makes me think of my family
and all the good times we have together.
Music is the most magical thing
because it makes everybody feel better
even deaf people. Because they can still feel
the vibrations because sound is air vibrations.
Harmonica sounds crazy and loud.
Piano sounds sweet like an angel.
Guitar sounds like all kinds of things.
But singing is the best because
singing is good for your lungs
and everybody sings differently
and when people sing in harmony
they make lovely music.
Music is the one thing that everybody should love.
My mom picked the title and she said I should put the title at the top and make a rhyme in the beggining but I want to write poems myself and not change them unless I want to. Or if I make a grammer error.
When I was six I lost my dog.
Everybody went crazy looking for her.
Even the people that she had nipped at
and one guy she had chased over a fence.
She's little but she's tough.

After an hour of yelling her name all over the place
I heard my mother call from the bedroom.
I ran in to see Lizzie peak her head out from under the blanket
and let out a little doggie yawn.
Now whenever Lizzie is missing we always check under the blanket first.
Thanks to poetry watch for pointing out my grammer error.
He decides which way the wind will blow
'Provides the fields that yield the grains we grow
He created everything I see
He's the one who lives inside of me

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He's the Lifeforce beating in my heart
When I get off course He's my compass in the dark
He's the beauty in a flower
A storm cloud's awesome power
He's the Lifeforce beating in my heart

He was there when the sun and stars were hung
He knows each prayer, the need it started from
Yet all He asks is the faith of a mustard seed
He blesses us with more blessings than we need

CHORUS

Bridge:  He's right there to catch me at the end of my rope
               If I'm standing in the ashes, he'll fill me with  new hope

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Music by Phil Thomson

Copyright Soundblitz Records
Dr Spoock walked into a room
the sounds around
became still,
in a feeling of doom
Dr spoock looked round
then just danced.
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