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Stolen Moments
Author: Bob Stenberg

The casual glance
A warm embrace
The moons silhouette
The hiding place

The fragrance of flowers
In your auburn hair
Remembering the hours
Spent without care.

Our favorite nest
Whenever we could
Whether right or wrong,
Or if we should.

With the passing of time
I still recall
How that auburn hair
On your shoulders did fall.

And your eyes
How they sparkled
Whenever you’d smile
To be together again
For awhile

Inner Strength   
By Bob Stenberg

Courage is that kind of thing
That sorts us all apart
It comes from deep within our soul
With a measure from our heart

Some live their lives so timidly
But when they find the need
They have the strength from deep within
And manage to succeed

Some find it on the battlefield
The strength to carry on
Some have it when the chips are down
And all their friends are gone.

Some find it when they’ve gotten ill
They ask God the reason why
They’re blessed with all the strength they need
God gives them wings to fly

Teeny Weeny Pollywog
Author: Flybye

Teeny Weeny Pollywog
lost his little tail,
he looked all over for it
but it was to no avail.

Then Teeny Weeny Pollywog
grew himself some feet,
he climbed up on a lily pad
and made some sounds so sweet.

Now Teeny Weeny Pollywog
has become a little frog.
You can find him by the riverbank
sunning on a log.

Sitting there so patiently
as if without a care,
hoping that his sticky tongue
might catch the unaware.

Now little Teeny Weeny Pollywog
isn't teeny any more.
He's built himself a happy home,
has a wife he does adore.

He has a bunch of children
as cute as they could be,
but he wonders why they have those tails,
"Why don't they look like me?"

And now you know the story
of Teeny Weeny Pollywog,
who lost his tail and grew some feet
and now he is a frog.