JAMES T. ADAIR Poems

Maybe it's the early morning hour
Maybe it's the moment before the chime
Maybe it's a feeling sour
Or the composition of this rhyme
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I'm taking a break from cleaning
Working like a dog today
I sat down and sweat is pouring off me
It's just one of those hot, humid days
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Hermoso Cariño
Usted no se siente mi amor
Yo sé
Dejo que me hizo daño por lo
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I wish I had a cold heart
one that could be turned on and off like a switch
Life would be easier to navigate
but it's a flame
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When one is full of hatred
They feel totally justified in it
They feel their wish to destroy and punish
They feel it puslsate in every fiber
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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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