Justin Woods Poems

On a fine Saturday afternoon
in the month of November
A boy sat and wished for June
and all of its splendor.
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When the day is done,
all the battles fought,
all the races run,
we sit and think
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The older love gets the less it has to say.

It doesn't stop speaking.
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If I had a 100 words,
Oh the things I’d say.
Of love, hope and happiness
Of a girl who shines brightly each day.
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An old man lays there,
With his family gathered round.
He wonders if it's time to rest,
And be buried in the ground.
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