James Cheek Poems

My mind is bloated with pointless fear,
In my heart, though, all is clear;

These frightening thoughts, they flood my head,
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When people you know become people you knew,
it's quite sad, friend, this much is true;
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Sometimes I cry, though not too often,
I laugh quite a bit, maybe too much,
I’m very stubborn, so my head needs to soften,
But I try my best to take advice, and such;
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Once I saw a blind man, who was walking toward a cliff,
I quickly yelled to him, “Sir! Sir! You are about to die! ”
He said back calmly, “Nonsense, boy. Many times I’ve made this trip.”
I ran up to him, grabbed his arm, and commenced to plead and cry;
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