(A poem about Jared Padalecki, because why the hell not. Anyways, a very happy birthday to Jared!)
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As tall and as tough as a towering grand redwood tree
Yet also as gentle and as playful as a sugar-hyped puppy
A man with radiating warmth and brightness of a midsummer sun
Providing endless amounts of contagious and energetic fun
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Your long flawless mane of shiny fluttering umber hair
Getting caught in your chromatic weaves of flower crown
And your rainbow shirts of crisscrossing plaid wear
Brings a smile on our faces, like the costume of a silly clown
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But that beating red heart hides a clandestine hollow core
Causing a stir of a brewing cauldron of the tiredest malice
But you never let the terrible witches inside cast horror
Fighting back with hope, inspiration, and happiness to kids
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He's the friendliest giant that you can ever find anywhere
Like a gentle fluffy funny moose, like a cuddly warm grizzly bear
You will always keep on fighting, for you know in your soul and head
That life is too good for you to ever hesitate and be wasted on being scared.
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To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)
PoetrySupernatural poems that I write when all the: -massive emotional damage -overwhelming crack -severe obsession -rare inspiration -demon possessing me is too much to handle. 50% feels, 50% crack, 100% trash. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here! ××× ...
