BRUCE MARTONE Poems

HERE HONEY TAKE MY JACKET
AND EAT THE LAST PIECE OF BREAD
WHERE SHARE THIS BUTT I FOUND
AFTER THAT I'M GONNA GO FOR THAT JOB I READ
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THERE A HOUSE THAT SIT
ON THE TOP OF THE HILL
AND A GIRL AT WINDOW SITING STILL
WHILE THE BLUE SKY TURNS TO GRAY
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I'M SORRY FOR BEING MEAN
WHEN YOU WERE DOWN
AND NOW I'M DOWN
AND STILL YOU HUNG AROUND
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EVEN NOW

EVEN NOW WHEN I LOOK BACK
TO THAT LONG AND WIDEN ROAD
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SHE WAS A LITTLE GIRL WHEN HER MOM REMARRY
AND SAW A SMILE BACK ON HER MOTHERS FACE
I HATED THE WHOLE IDEAL OF SHARING ARE SPACE
BECAUSE IT WAS ALWAYS OURS
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I'm calling
I'm calling you for help
because I'm falling
falling and I need your help
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she saw his charm
and his everlasting looks
along with his Strong arms
right there she knew
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HE WAS JUST A BOY LIVING ON THE STREET
WITH NO HOME AND ON HIS OWN
WEARING HOLY SHOES ON HIS FEET
AND THE WINTER GETTING COLDER
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IF YOU WANT ME TO COME
SO YOU CAN USE MY SHOULDER
AND IF YOU NEED ME TO STAY
JUST SAY THE WORD AND I WILL
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I CAUGHT A WISH TODAY
AND I MADE ONE
THAN I LET IT GO ON IT’S WAY
HOPING IT WILL COME TRUE
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