ERNEST CLARY Poems

Sitting in the woods
a little off the road
contained all his goods
where he abode
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Our dog doc loves to play in the water
he swims and plays about
like an otter he wont come out
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Not much has changed
over the years
bloody murder arranged
followed by tears
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I'm a spirit in this carcus of skin and bone
combined yet abreast called a man
divided I'll be whole alone
furthering an illusive ones plan
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Another rainy night
moisture in the air
hours before the light
no time to spare
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at the fair today
oh what fun
watching the children play
jump and run
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how i yearn
for the days of old
when the fire would burn
and was never cold
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i wrote in my diary today
just scribbled with my pence
didnt know what to say
nothing made sense
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Here I am again
pen in hand
being as I have been
my thoughts demand
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This short life we live
toil to end
all we give
beg borrow and lend
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