Paula Glynn Poems

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A dark, sinful angel reads minds,
Whether a man, woman, boy or girl,
This angel reads between the lines,
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You've got a brain, so use it,
Count up to high speed,
Open that can and see what you see,
For you can be smarter, faster,
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I feel myself fly above the clouds,
Feeling the breeze on my angel wings,
And voicing a beautiful melody,
That only an angel can sing,
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I work harder than you know,
Because I have inner strength and see things through,
And I am brimming over with confidence,
Never giving up or giving in,
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Fingers crossed, I say, as I knock on wood,
And a black cat means my lucky day,
For I am superstitious in a lucky way,
I always look for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow,
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The heavens open as tears fall from the sky,
Tears from an anguished god that cries when he sees lonely pain,
And the sun hides behind the clouds, waiting to show itself,
As teardrops soak my palm, for I wish for no regrets,
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I try hard: harder than the rest,
But people are just not impressed,
I can't be a rock star,
I can't drive a car,
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Many moons ago, England had its myths,
Stories of fairies, leprechauns and unicorns,
Who lived in a mythological land,
Where mystery and magic still stand,
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I breathe in your smoke, coughing and choking as I do,
For your habit is typically you,
And I had been a fool,
For I thought it had been love at first sight,
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I wish everyday was a holiday,
Where I could wake up to the bright morning sun,
Without worrying about the stress of the day,
Or the problems I have to face,
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