Aaron Dacey Poems

The Angel of death is calling us
Telling us we have suffered enough
Close our eyes and take her hand
And let her lead us home
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Sweet and lovely girl,
let me feel you and touch you.
Warm and tenderly girl,
let me hold you and kiss you.
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Smooth skin, new
smell, soft food, with
not a worry in the world…
Those were the days.
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♥ I’ve got your back ♥
♥ and you've got mine ♥
♥ I’ll help you out ♥
♥ at any time ♥
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When winter winds bring Frost bite to us
or we get Mondayitous
warm thoughts always just seem to drift away.
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He stood, a worn-out City clerk -
Who'd toil'd, and seen no holiday,
For forty years from dawn to dark -
Alone beside Caermarthen Bay.
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Triggered by thoughts, triggered by fears,
Triggered by love, triggered my tears.
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Kill me softly or let me cry.
Drop dead or spill my guts out to you.
Slice my throat and cry me a river.
Stop running when my legs are broken.
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