George otto Becker Poems

It is for me to write.
On such a beautiful night.
I hope My words don't send you to smite.
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It all begins with you.
A thought inside my heart too.
I spent all my time to write poems which were due.
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The lady so real.
Who gave you her life.
She worked so hard for you and into the night.

You needed her car and all of her dime.
As you worked and lived you never had time.
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With our rifles our eyes did tear.
Within the graveyard our lives disappear.
The country's wallet was near.
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Among the stars your heart spars,
The ones who held you and the ones your heart does tar.
You were so young,
That perfect cutie.
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Walking along the silent shore,
Sand in my toes no shoes were worn.
So calm and so quiet the waves did splash,
The moon was dim and the clouds dark as ash.
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With stars in our eyes your poems I do need,
Your words so fine from the heart is your read.

Talents so fine,
Your words do shine.
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Walking along with me,
That sweet pretty she.
Her long hair waving in the moonlight,
Her eyes so sweet glancing at me with delight,
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In my sleep I do talk,
In the day I slip when I walk.
Under the sun I do toil,
Just to pay for my fuel and oil.
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With all of your folks,
Your smiles and jokes.
The house so nice,
Your hunger was thrice,
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