Francie Lynch Poems

Death,
So cruel,
So kind,
Has taken my worries away;
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I'm a young man in the spring,
Looking forward to anything...everything;
Undaunted in the offerings.
Nothing's too demanding,
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I can guess your names,
Cleverly chosen to reflect
This year's popularity.
Names beginning with XYZ.
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Francie really is my name.
Uncle Francie has the same;
Uncle Francie is to blame.
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This world is moving fast.
One thousand miles per hour.
Quicker around the sun.
Faster around the galaxy,
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Napoleon stayed in Elba,
Pulling his bone apart;
Lenin was in Siberia,
So deep, none heard him fart.
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I have a difficult time saying, Awkward.
And it's not easy to spell.
It isn't forward, or backward,
Just awkward.
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So many things happened
So many years ago.
You hitch-hiked to have tea with Mammy;
But not me.
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Between autumn's offerings
And spring's wings,
Our winter lights are everything.
Crisp sky nights string tinsel streams,
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