jim foulk Poems

Bobbie Jo went
to town to buy
some shoes, but
once again she was
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On the tip of my memory
of a time so distant
sitting at kitchen table
watching my mother.
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I give you a rose,
from my heart to yours,
nothing so sweeter,
never so fine,
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Why are there no ants around,
until you want to have a picnic?
Why does it rain, everytime
you wash the car?
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To my wife Judy
I really love you truly
remember the good old days,
and the bad, when we almost went our ways
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Now Days you can't tell,
who is the teacher,
who is the student,
you can't tell.
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Open your mind,
to things unknown,
search the universe
of your soul.
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We need to be
like the ant,
so busy in his ways.
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My love for you is always
abounding with drops of tears
falling on the fountain of your heart.
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There is thin hair,
heavy hair,
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