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I sometimes sit down and cry I think of all my loved ones who have died.
Oh! Lord why did you take them from me, were they ready to be freed and taken out of this life.
Free from this world of sin.
Ready for a new beginning.
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Don’t you think its time to let it go, Listen to your heart, Listen to your soul, Listen to the voice from deep within, Calm down your mind, sit back and let the Great Reverends speech begin.
Don’t you know he whispers to me and he’s talking to you, Don’t you know he was hurt more than a time or two. Don’t you know he understands, and he wants us to turn to him like we turn to our friends. Listen up, Listen hard because he gives you that choice. Can you hear the still of his Voice?
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Why all the killing, Why all the Fight,
Why don’t we listen, Why can’t we get it right.
Your words they are simple, it is in Black and white,
To love one another with all of our might.
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I hate the devil, I hate his works,
I hate pain and I hate hurt,
I hate depression, and I hate Lies, and I really hate it when the sun is directly in my eyes.
I hate the freezing cold that chills through my bones. I really hate that the pain in my body sometimes makes me a prisoner of my own home.
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A had a crazy dream last night I think, it was about a fight a fight that from deep within myself
We had punches We had blows there was so much blood flying is all I know and I am not sure who won
After the bell.
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I am a girl who is so misunderstood,
some people in this world think that I am no good
some think I am crazy,
some I think just think I am plain lazy
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Beer
Sometimes I just Like to drink a beer, . It does not mean I want to shed a tear. A beer is refreshing the taste is unique, it is different each time and it is not sweet. On a hot day when you are fishing in the lake and you get thirsty a beer is what it takes. ON a warm and cozy afternoon, sometimes I might pass, I might have shot of bourbon on the rocks or in a shot glass. I don’t know what it is about some of those times of the year that really make you want to drink a beer, Yes and then there is football season then you have a whole new reason. But other days it is just because the delectable concoction the only thing to drink and my thoughts I get lost in. Oh yes, that drink of beer is the only thing that will do, some say it will kill me, others say let me be, who knows someday it just might be my still be my doom.
But I never read it too be such a sin, and that wonderful lil drink sometimes makes me grin, so until there’s no football, or there is no fishing I guess it will just be a beer I’ll be getting.
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5/9/2024 8:45:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is inspiring. You have just inspired my next poem. Thanks.