BRUCE MARTONE Poems

I LISTEN TO THE ECHOING SOUNDS
OF THE OCEAN WAVES HITTING THE SHORE
AND THE SEAGULS FLYING DOWN
TRYING TO CATCH MORE
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ON FRIDAY NIGHT'S I SIT AT MY COFFEE TABLE
WAITING FOR MY OLD BUDDY TO COME OVER
WITH A TWENTY FOUR CASE UNDER HIS ARMS
AND A BOX OF CUBAN CIGARS
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DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL
LEFT A NOTE TODAY
SAYING SHE HEADING
TO THE NY WAY
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YOU ONCE HELD ME IN THE AIR SO HIGH
WHEN I WAS BORN
SHOWING ME OFF TO THE WORLD
WITH OUT A CARE.
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IF I ONLY FOUND HIM FIRST
WHAT MY LIFE WOULD BE
AND WHAT HAPPINESS
HE WOULD BRING TO ME
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THE TIME HAS COME AROUND AGAIN
FOR US TO SAY GOODBYE MY FRIEND
SO CLOSE YOUR EYES AND PRETEND
WHERE MEETING AGAIN MY FRIEND
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WHEN THE CHILD HIDES IN THE CLOSENT
HE TIRED OF BEING ABUSED
WHEN THE CHILD GETS ASK
HE CALMLY SAID HE NOT BEING ABUSED
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HAPPY IS MY NIGHT
WHEN YOU STAY ALL NIGHT
HAPPY IS MY DAY WHEN YOU SAY
YOUR ALWAYS LOVE ME
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MY GUITAR SITS IN THE STAND
WAITING TO BE IN MY HAND
MY GUITAR SPEAKS SOFTLY
WHEN I STRUM THE NOTES
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I CAN BE A CLOWN
TO HELP YOU TO SMILE
AND GET RID OF YOUR FROWN,
I ALSO CAN BE THERE FOR YOU
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