I Always Cry At Weddings, Never Funerals Though

The wedding ring,
Is a remarkable.
Weddings come and divorces go,
But the price of gold never goes low.
Also
The wedding dress,
Causes stress.
As an idea produces shame,
That someone else could be wearing the same.

poem by Sam Price
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Red And Orange

Ther's a red house,
Inside there's an orange door.
Beside that there's a red carpet,
On top of an orange floor.
There's a red table,
Below an orange ceiling.
Upstairs there's a red bed,
Inside an orange room.
There's a couple of red people sleeping soundly,
Next door two orange ones too.
Outside there's a red truck,
No one knows what to do.
I don't see the proble,
Why don't you leave us all alone.
But now I see the red more clearly,
And I know what's done is done.
And I'll float away with the cloudy smoke,
Before the inevertable happens and I start to choke.
Good bye red house,
So long orange door.

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poem by Sam Price
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