Noah Simon Poems

For every Syrian boy and girl
For every woman and solider
Who died as a martyr...
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Hold the brush in your hand
And draw your life
Don't look at others
If it is going to hold you back!
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Twas too hot a day,
In the middle of may,
When the boy who sells socks,
came In hope to receive some bucks.
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As a swallow bird, I need to fly...
Forget my sorrow, sadness,
And never cry...
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