ERNEST CLARY Poems

The spirit no one can see
upon the birth of death
it is set free
without wings like a dove
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In the schoolyard running about
hear their shrieks and shrills
pleasing to my ears so devout
coming over the hills
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Let me see over the mountain oh so high
Let me drink from the fountain now so dry
Why are those i love in such pain
Have they done something oh so vein?
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Her beauty was hard to beat
comprised of makeup put on real neat
captivating full of allure
it made her look real pure
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I was abused by my mother
scars from head to toe
I dont hate my brother
out killing I dont go
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Sleep sleep sleep away
take another pill
sleep sleep sleep all day
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Life is more boring
day by day
once I was soaring
now I just lay
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I have all these things in my attic to store
why I keep them I'm not sure
I guess so my kids can say
dad had this one day
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My wife has a lot of chimes
I heard them play a thousand times
how many I cant say
i hear them ringing on a windy day
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My Dianna Lynn
is like a dove within
she is full of love for me
and of course the rest of the family
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