James McCraw Poems

Life makes you want to shoot yourself with a gun.
When it happens its been done.
Fore here i stand in the sun light.
Hating the sun with all my might.
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In the sky is the sun.
Shaped as a hamburger bun.
Fore here i stand in the sun light.
Hating the sun to be so bright.
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Love in my heart
Some are even tart
What hurts wurse-
is what she had spoken.
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Life is good for you and me
Fore you can see
Old people have seen alot
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