Poems from Jordan Dean

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Ordinary guy aiming for the extraordinary.
I looked at the sky Expecting to findA silver moon And shooting stars But it wasn't there!  Where is my silver moon?  Where are my shooting...
There was a butterflyThat I once held in my palmBut I had to let her fly away...Not because I didn't love herBut because I wanted her to...
Small fish in the pond Its ripples are never felt Across the ocean
Angel without wingsIn green dress I saw todayAnd tooted the horn
He bought fancy giftsExpensive things of beautyWhen all she wantedWas for him to be loyalThat is the gift of his heart.

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