Godfrey Morris Poems

Humming, buzzing, bumble bee
to which new pottered flow'r you see?
Delicate hibicus scented spread.
Upon these wings I polished my red.
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Nothing escapes him.
Nothing absolutely!
Every tick on the clock
each howling wind
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This flame, this little flame will never be extinguished
but be made to live to be seen upon a thousand hills

This flame will forever burn within
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Love is the image of nature's intent
Love is true
Love is pure
Love is gentle
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Let today speak what it has to say today.

Let tomorrow do what needs to be done
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Bolt is the best
laid all field to rest
Watch him run
to the thod of the gun
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When you gaze upon this bronze - hued frame
What is it you see?
A poor sullen soul with nothing to claim.
Do you see your equal or no one but me?
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of this we do long for
our desires intertwine
at this placid place
where hope hindges beyond
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You once promised the sun
the moon and the stars maybe.

I did believe.
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