A man greateth cry....
He cry-he die.
A man greateth lie...
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Forgot-forget of sorrow gone...
Until the eve, of next dead's dawn.
Be yet so brave as never thought.
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He washed away our sins, as if by sorrowed tears...
Be not, by He, our hopeless fears.
Beyond all healings by God of high...
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An unheard voice in the winds of unchange...
Help ushered out only if heard within proper range.
Does this seem so very strange? ...
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To be a Guardian Angel would'st be gr8 in itself...
Guiding someone along life's somewhat erringly
wrong path
would'st be Heaven sent happiness to me.
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India, New York City, Oklahoma City, London-Where does it stop? ...
All have died, civilians, Government officials, firemen and many a cop.
Who are these terroristic vermin? ...
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Stranger in the wind...
Beckons at my door.
Stanger in the wind...
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Fi, fi, fo, klan...
This is th' one-th' beastly man.
A'for i hate th' color of he...
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I'll keep on smoking, till my choking day of death...
I'll keep on puffing, untill, i'm out of breathe.
It must be those chemicals and that tar...
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(This poem was only meant as a reminder that there might be ignored husbands out there playing second best to the
wife's spoiled pooch.)
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