Missa Taylor Poems

As i wave to the magpie third one this month, can't help but wonder, as yet again i shudder.
Then it start's to rain and thunder. I smile.
Stealing my thought's. Where was i? Oh yes, rain and thunder. Then i shudder.
Deja-vu as i wonder.
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All it take's is that one small thing that can bring you back down to earth.
To suddenly start thinking what your life has been worth.
Did you achieve many of your goal's?
Or any of your plan's in life?
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If i didn't say goodbye
it wouldn't bè real. I couldn't say goodbye,
because for me it would never be real.
11 years later and still it's not real.
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Was i once the apple of my daddy's eye?
I doub't it, by how quick/easily he said 'Bye, bye'.
Do i often ask myself how could he, and 'oh' why?
'You betcha' she say's bitterly with a sigh. They say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
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I try and convince myself it's fine.
The problem's ain't
getting any bigger. Who are you trying
to kidd?
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I just don't get it.
Don't think i ever will.
Sick of going over the same 'stuff',
in my head that is...
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Yes, i have question's, and good
one's at that.
The kind of question's
that i feel need
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