Charles Hancock Poems

Heritage Hills Class of Eighty One
Here it is, the year two thousand eleven
Thirty years, thirty years, where did it go
Saddened to learn a few are gone on to Heaven
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She sipped her cup of hot raspberry tea
Jumbled thoughts bounced in her head
Staring at a ceramic bowl of potpourri
Would this be another day to dread?
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Hey baby, I'm your candy man
Think my price is too high
For you, I have an installment plan
Don't fret about your money supply
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The pickup radio was in scan mode
Traveling over a rural highway
Words from the speaker flowed
'Jesus said to him, I am the way...'
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It's another routine August night
A bit muggy with little or no wind
Glad the moon is shining bright
And nature's melody doesn't end
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I am thankful Jesus Christ is my Lord and Savior
He forgives me, even though I'm full of misbehavior
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Hug
Hold you snug

Kiss
As we reminisce
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She was clearly confused
Bewildered and bemused

How can it be called a civil war?
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What if I put time in a glass jar
And tossed it into the rolling ocean
Do I get to wish upon a shooting star
Changing it into a potent love potion
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She was waiting for her special someone
A soldier, who was coming home to meet their son
Who looked so much like his dad, she called him Rerun
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