Connetta Jean Poems

Standing in the old church
where the preacher
stood on Sundays
Still haunts me..
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'Take me a ride'
said the ant to the bee..
'take me up high
in the sky so i'll see'
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Jessy thinks she's been a bad girl
too long to talk to jesus
and she can't say that she won't stray again.
but Jesus died for Jessy's sins
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The old house once stood
strong and proud....
without worries of
the winds and rain
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he called me last Sunday
said 'Babe are you free?
deep down in side i
felt chills run through me.
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Go Away winter
and leave me alone..
i'm tired of being
chilled to the bone.
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I've heard in the winds
whispers that Autumn,
is leaving us soon..
I found her leaves
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Winter just got here
and already i say
I wish it was over
and done with today!
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you just gotta love
a little old barn
touched by time
with it's own charm..
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It 's early Novemeber
a cool brisk Autumn day
and i pause at a buliding
thats been left all astray
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