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Do you know him
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When I was young, my mother would say
Your life will be run by machines one day
along the way conversation will be lost
no more talking is what it will cost
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The wilted plant, all forlorn
Drooping leaves, few dry some torn
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Oh I say! What a nerve, he came right through my door
I had to define, his house or mine?
And were there any more
He went to work straight away
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Scoop a Poop


A poo bag in your pocket another in your hand
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I'm just a bit of litter that goes by many names
I sometimes get called garbage but its all the same
It can be very hurtful when they call me a piece of toot
and give me no consideration when they crush me underfoot
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While the world sleeps

The poison that once ranthrough my veins
Has ceased and I breath again
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Thankyou

Thankyouto nurses for all that you do
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The Early Years
I recall the days in the village when we were just young kids
Together We popped tar bubbles in the road
and from our parents we hid
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The Best Poem Of Patricia Sampson

Do You Know Him

 

Do you know him

 

Looking 30 years beyond his age

Not a hope of ever collecting a wage

Matted hair and dirty skin

More hair sprouting from his chin

 

His cloths all torn with a pungent smell

Where to next? , who can tell

He treads the road day by day

Looking for yet, another place to stay



Another night, another fix

Another time, maybe at five maybe six

He only needs to get the cash

Houses by house he checks the window sash

 

Shaking, trembling, he needs it now

This will be the last I hear him vow

Just one more house is all I need

To buy the dope on which I feed

 

He sees a car brush passed his heel

A woman at the steering wheel

He reads her eyes and studies her face

He's not my son, He's a disgrace

 

He watched as the car drove away

The envy of most I have to say

Towards the car he reached out his hand

Help me Mother, you just don't understand


The car just sped along the way

She really had no plans to stay

Clear cut diamonds and designer attire

He was no longer what she would desire

 

He has now found a place to stay

Linked at the wrists by a metal array

Sits alone in a room to stare at the wall

who comes to visit, ? no one at all, ! !

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