Harry Bryant Poems

What color is jealousy, if you know, please tell me,
so I can throw that color away you see,
is it black? I really doubt it,
black's the color of death and the unknown,
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WHAT IS LOVE

Love is a feeling so honest and true,
love is the feeling that I have for you,
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THANK YOU FOR NOT SMOKING said the sign on the door,
the words that followed, I'll remember forever more,
'I was a smoker, just puffing away,
I swore I'd keep puffing, till my dying day,
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COUNTRY KIDS

COUNTRY KIDS
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MUSIC OF MY HEART

When we are together, there is music in my heart,
but there is only silence, whenever we're apart,
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This is a poem about Bonnie and Clyde,
they had places to run too, but nowhere too hide,
both came from a poor and needy past,
the life that they chose, just couldn't last,
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John Wesley Hardin was born in Texas, in eighteen fifty three,
he grew up as mean as any man can be,
when a luckless cowboy was snoring in his bed,
John Wesley took his pistol and shot him in the head,
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MY DRUG OF CHOICE
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She is like mountain laurel, a breath of fresh air,
a bird on the wing, or a flower so rare,
like the dew on the grass, at mornings first light,
aurora borealis on a early fall night,
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Wyatt Earp was a lawman, Dodge City was his town,
the drovers came a calling and laid their money down,
whiskey they kept drinking, and telling their tall tales,
sometimes they got tossed into the can, and had to pay their bails,
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