David Harris Poems

(It is advisable you read parts 1 and 2 first)


Grace watched him for a few minutes, and then moved to the back of the shop. “He is going to come around at six tonight. I do hop Mr Potter like him.”
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Sometimes we look at things,
and dream what we want them to be.
Sometimes they are merely dreams,
and are gone when the next morning comes.
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Three years ago, I passed a little church
While I walked on my way
Sorrow rang out from the steeple bells
As in the cemetery a group of people gathered
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Some people are born to be lucky,
having riches and wealth by the score.
There are others born to be lucky,
and have a wealth of friends evermore.
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A single red rose
lays on a grave,
for someone buried there.
It spoke of love,
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A Cheater And A Thief

I came across a site
where someone had taken
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With angel wings,
you fly high
to the temples
of love in the sky.
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Several drunken revellers were walking home late Saturday night
When they passed McDougal’s farm and they spied a sight
There behind the farmhouse was an old wooden shack
The outhouse stood tall and noble out back
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Sometimes we sow little treasures
but they fall on stony ground
and there they fail to grow.
While others are sown with impunity
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I stand behind the footlights,
wait for the curtain to fall,
another night will be over,
and tomorrow another stage will call.
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