JAMES T. ADAIR Poems

Paris is the City of Love
A favorite of Michael
The one with the white glove
Who cared about the world
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Such lofty standards through and through
Doubt even you could live up to you
In place of perfection will you accept an I.O.U.?
And if someone should be able to pass your test.
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If I genlty brush the hair from your forehead
and gently kiss your cheek
Close your eyes and feel love
I'll give love to you
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There has been a pall in the mall
There's no vim in the din
Even the air seems more thin
Nobody seems to come in
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This is how it would end
Peacefully
With honor
With respect
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Michael
No matter what is said about you
Some like me are going to miss you
So touched by you too
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