Linda Winchell Poems

I took a trip the other day
To a place... they call the “Fuddy, Duddy Hall Of Fame”
It wasn’t too impressive to me
When on the wall… was chiseled my entire name.
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The sun drinks in all of Earths' moisture
Forming pillows of white in the sky.
From all the tears this world has shed
From all the tears... from wars they've cried.
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You never really know in life
who God will place on your path.
It could just be someone in a store
Or someone on poem hunters that likes to chat.
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There is a game know as, “Depression”
You know…the one Old Satan loves to play.
He designed the game for all to lose
When you then give you life away.
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Don’t try to take the driver’s wheel
When someone is spinning out of control.
Just let them make their own wrong turns
And… let the wheel go!
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The road we walk can be rocky
Where Satan loves to see us fall.
His power on earth grows stronger
With every soul fallen he calls.
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God cannot stop loving us
No matter what it is we think He’ll do.
With our stripes of sins He loves us still
While on man’s quest… to maim and kill.
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Mirror, mirror on the wall
Compliment ME... most of all!

Tell me I’m pretty…tell me I’m great
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Fingernails painted… pink and pretty
Hair and toes all… done up too.
Off to meet a man not known
To make a living…making ten bucks or two.
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Carry on our soldiers, carry on
for we have placed those weapons in your hands.
And a pack on your back and a song in your steps
Carry on our soldiers, carry on.
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