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Jose' Taylor Poems
Get Yo Baby
As I sit here and write this poem, All the babies want to do is fight and run. Get yo baby before I spray them with the water gun. Don't get upset, because I said 'Get Yo Baby.'
You are the love of my life That's why I want you to be my wife. We fuss and fight, Yet we still hold each other tight
Brother's in the Sky
This goes out to my brother's in the sky, I would like to say hi. I hope you're doing fine Because we can't talk until it's time
Let me start off by saying that she is really really fat. So fat that if you were to give her your seat, It would hurt her back. She weighs more than two Cadillic's
It was the 25th of March in 1992 that you gave me life, So as the days past, you would hold me tight in your arms But the day they took me away from you, it was like a knife in my heart. Once I went into the system every family didn't feel warm without you
THE REAL DEAL
I'M THE REAL DEAL, SO WHAT DO YOU EXPECT, ME TO STEAL. I'M THE REAL DEAL, WHEN I DIE, YOU'LL PUT MONEY IN MY WILL.
HEAR MY CRY
CAN YOU HEAR MY CRY? I GUESS YOU CAN'T, YOU WON'T EVEN LET ME TRY WHY DO YOU WANT TO LEAVE THIS RELATIONSHIP UP TO DRY.
WAITING ON THE BUS
SITTING HERE WAITING ON THE BUS, CARS PASSING BY LEAVING DUST. WIND BLOWING, SUN BLAZING LOOK DOWN THE STREET AND IT LOOKS AMAZING
MY FEELINGS FOR YOU
MY FEELINGS FOR YOU ARE STRONG, I WISH I HADN'T DID YOU SO WRONG. MY FEELINGS FOR YOU ALWAYS GROW, EVEN WHILE WE SHOVEL THE SNOW.
LIFE GOES ON
As the sun reheats the Earth in hot weather There is no where to put up an air conditioner But as soon as the sun goes down, The city people will enjoy every moment of the cool breeze
Just For Ebby
We just met this school year, But I feel that wasn't that long ago You stayed on the phone with me while I was in tears You were always tougher on me than our peers
Comments about Jose' Taylor
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
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(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
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Get Yo Baby
As I sit here and write this poem,
All the babies want to do is fight and run.
Get yo baby before I spray them with the water gun.
Don't get upset, because I said 'Get Yo Baby.'
But if you put that leather to they butt,
They will behave maybe.
If they still act up, put them in timeout.
Hopefully they'll learn not to do their crimes now.
If that doesn't work, put them down for a nap.
Maybe that will help you before you snap.
Because if you do, they will always get you call 'The Love Tap.'
Get Yo Baby before they wreck the house.
It's bad enough one played ...