ERNEST CLARY

As he pondered on pollution
I could see his fear
looking for solution
expressed with a tear
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Though your heart is broken into tiny little shards
pick them up and go
like a thousand armed guards
without them
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King Tuts Tomb
in the valley of kings
his deaths womb
among his things
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As time goes by like it does
I want to cry for what once was
I look back at the places my folks have been
I see their faces in the wind
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As I stand on this gallow, a wreck
trembling with a rope around my neck
looking at people looking at me upon this wooden deck
knowing they will pull the pin and send me to my death
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One morning I seen a flower facing east
looking at the sun
it followed the sun to say the least
looking west when the day was done
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The snow keeps coming down
ever now and then
the plows come around
and scoops it again
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The stone was weathered
I couldnt read the name
still people gathered
just the same
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As we graze upon reality
is there something we dont see
while I sit and take a glance
I wonder if its all by chance
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In our wagon
cutting through the trail
not much food to be braggin
nor water in our pail
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I remember when I had only one
over the years
as bedtime nears
those days are gone
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I collect depression glass
the cobalt blue kind
it has a lot of class
I buy all I can find
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If I were you
and you were me
your eyes I would look through
and mine I would see
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I cry and cry for my little bird
iI am speechless without word
I try to hide my feelings so sad
though it hurts me all so bad
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I walked with him before
I knocked
he opened the door
though secrets he did not reveal
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At the end of day
with my bride to be
watching birds at play
walking by the sea
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I, m suffering from cabin fever
once a myth
now I, m a beleiver
I, m sitting here bored as can be
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Look at the grove
just land and trees
things nature wove
stirring, birds and bee's
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When the sun goes down
another day gone
my little town
the lights come on
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I remember back in the day of bliss
all we did was lay and kiss
we had no food on table nor shelf
we just survived on love its self
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