Print "NS Google Poems Set 1"

Where is Home?

The bed on which I lie,
The couch on which I sit,
The room in which these are,
That, is where my home is.

A place where I can cry,
A place where I can fit,
Where I can laugh "Har-Har",
That, is where my home is.

My home may not be constant,
A dorm while I'm in college,
Or inn while on vacation,
Yet, something is unchanging.

I'll always find, my home in you.

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Doubt

My heart pumped quicker as
I felt the wind rush past me.
It seemed too goo to be true,
But I believed in my heart that it was.

I'd wanted this for so long,
Dreaming about this moment.
Finally, it was here and no
Longer a dream outside my reach.

The wind and I are one,
Responding to the others whim.
It gently pulled me along,
Beckoning me further still.

"Where was the wind taking me?"
I thought as I followed.
In one doubtful moment
I fell down toward the Earth.

Darkness soon engulfed me
Along with a warm blanket.
I looked around as I came to,
It all was just a dream.

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(If you don't understand it ignore the "Print"s and the "#"s. =D )


Google Magic

Print “There you are!”

# He exclaimed at the end of our search.

Print “They offered me a seat...”

# She meekly responded curled up in a chair.

# Walking into the poorly lit room

# Finding a spot on the cushiony couch

# Joining discussions that they were having

# Starting the night that would last forever.

# Suave Smooth with his deck of cards

# Sends them flying in a perfect arc

# Fans them out for us to see.

Print “Pick a card, any card.”

# She sits up in her soft cozy chair

# Reaching forward to grab her a card.

# The room falls silent as she shows us her card,

# The Two of Spades in her delicate hand.

Print “Put it back in the deck”

# He calmly told her.

Print “Ok, now think of your card.”

Print “Think real hard.”

# Her card raced through our minds,

# His cards flew from hand to hand,

# The magic was in the air,

# Everything stopped.

Print “Is this your card?”

# He flipped it over: The Four of Hearts.

Print “No, it's not.”

# The room's spirit fell.

Print “Wait, sometimes the cards are a sign.”

# He flipped over one card, two cards, three.

# All eyes focused on card number four.

# The Two of Spades slid onto the table.

Print “Yes! That's it!”

# Smiles broke through as the night was just starting

# The night, we would never forget.