John Gregoire Poems

Memories, many kinds
Memories of your child hood
Memories of your first bike
Memories of your first girl
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It happen right out of the blue
With out a clue
We gave evil a job
Thousands die while he eats his dinner
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For three years It took
I could not look for
The day I can’t call you
The day I can’t say hi
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Life came to me like a bullet from a gun.
Life hit me like a baseball bat.
Life kicked me like a kid on the playground.
Life slapped me like a wife to a husband.
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