david lessard Poems

I, for one, hope that she doesn't,
what kind of life is that for her?
she doesn't need the abuse of power,
all she needs...is to hear a kitten purr.
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somewhere, no one knows just where,
there's a treasure to be found;
someplace, no one knows just what place,
there's a paradise, waiting to be found.
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when you and I were young my lad,
and all the others older;
we were carefree, full of joy,
and our minds were somewhat bolder.
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Just because you've left,
Doesn't mean you're gone;
Just because I insist I'm right,
Doesn't mean I'm wrong.
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in the dungeons of my mind,
in the forests of my soul,
I have dreams that twist and wind,
I have fears I can't control.
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Elizabeth Taylor is gone,
Gone to where we all will go,
Gone to rest for ever,
Gone from our memory...never.
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when I can longer read a book that holds me fast,
or listen to some music that I hold dear;
then I will know that nothing in this world does last,
then I will know that nothing sad, makes me shed a tear.
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somewhere there's a place for me,
a place that knows no other soul;
a place where my spirit can be free,
a place that will make my body whole.
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there is a love...much greater than your own,
there is a joy...that with you, I've never known;
it's a peace that passes understanding,
and disrupts, whatever you've been planning.
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the James gang is gone, so are the Earps,
I wonder when the west was really won;
the Kid is dead and so is Wesley Hardin,
Hickock was killed in Deadwood, for fun.
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