Paul Warren Poems

What are our collective memories
Of rain on a tin roof at night
Whilst snuggled under the covers
Not wanting to be anywhere else
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Saw the ghost of Bradman
Strolling out onto the Oval
On a Summer's afternoon
And I heard the sound of leather on Willow
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Remember the good times we say
The laughter and the fellowship stay
When we gathered together at a meal or barbecue
And the stories we would tell grew
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Some days it gets past me
What people say or do you see
In a modern world that's changed
And how people think is rearranged
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In a motel room he blew a man away
A shotgun to the face was the play
He said would it went all wrong
In a drug bust where mercy didn't belong
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I went looking for God
To comprehend the world
The wonders of everything
Made me think there is a plan
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All I know now is I'm against it
For me you see it will never fit
And just look at all of you
Sheep being told what to do
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Why did the DNA plan make me
The way I now appear to be
And why can the sky be so blue
As clouds float by me too
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What do I remember now
I see it again and wonder how
I did those things that were asked of us
And never thought to raise a fuss
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Body shirts and platform shoes
Discos and push back dos
The Bee Gees Staying Alive
Do you get the Disco jive
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