Bill Simmons Poems

Sometimes I just wake up
I find I can’t get enough of
This thing that is called you
Laying next to me
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They are having a party at the neighborhood bar
Some they got together well after dark
Oh good grief did you ever see
A monster party on old hallows eve
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I went to bed after a long hard day
I thought I’d try to get some sleep
My pajamas on I turned out the light
I was in the middle of counting sheep
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I got my bag and we hit the streets
Me and brother Dave going to trick or treat
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I know the part
I play it well
The back hand of the living
The door of hell
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Soaring wings, of that of an eagle
Flying so high, beneath your wings
Is all we hope for, we can't ask for more
All the hopes, to small children's dreams
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Two lovers in the night
Silhouetted by love's flight
Do they know what they hold
As they hold each other tight
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As I walk down this lonely street
The snow is falling before me
The sky is gray overhead
As I think about the words that you said
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When I wake up in the morning
And I open mine own eyes
I see her on her pillow
Asleep and at my side
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I get out of bed and I wash my face
As the wife brings the coffee cup my way
To start my day
Then she turns the news it on
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