"Kristijana's Birthday's Poetry"
My mind wanders and gets lost in wonderful thoughts.
The poet knows a thought comes and goes.
You too, I find and lose.
When I catch the blues.
Like reading a front page's news.
Creating deceptive views.
What is, is not.
You tied me in the knot.
Dreaming like a Weeping Willow.
My sleeping pillow.
A dream is you.
Reality is not real.
It's the surreal to me.
A story I'm told.
For the finest wine ever sold.
That aged with time.
Time is like fine wine.
Happy twenty.
Hope you have many and plenty.
May all your birthdays.
Be new ones!
To Kristi From Jon Billet
Written B4 The New Year 201
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