Peter S. Quinn Poems

Sometimes love is so sure to let you go
Walk away without a reason or run
Trying to let you forget all the distance fun
That once had a meaning to follow the flow
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I remember love songs now
That I thought were gone
Feelings confusing somehow
Running through on and on
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I have a piggy-bank and a top hat
But nothing is coming in
I must have done something wrong at that
Perhaps I did a capitalism sin
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I love to sing those summer thoughts
That sometimes comes to me
Of on goings and all its whereabouts
That comes often so easily
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We are lock and key
To each our way
Mysteries of life litany
Every coming day
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Lonely times are here today
Some will come and go
There is always some way
To let it be or to know
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Don’t let my heart go
To the bottom of this
So much we still don't know
What love really is?
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She is rushing into her lullaby
With time she's night and day
In the morning of new dawn sky
When her mood is in a silent way
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Glow night come here to be still in my heart
From the morning of the freshly sunshine
Ordeal of love in beginning apart
That has drawn its footsteps in the sand line
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Every dream must come true
In the reaching to understand
Nothing is here really new
To thoughts of ways and strand
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