Peter S. Quinn Poems

Oh I love you
in all your coming days,
so much in a heart true
with all its many ways.
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There comes another day
with all its ways of giving,
and what it is in each its way
is for the times of living.
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Oh time goes by
to another season,
like clouds upon the sky
travel in a liaison.
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Come shine morning
with your future glow,
give and further bring
gifts that will grow.
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Now leaves are falling
onto the game of cold,
for winter is now calling
with its voice so bold.
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Hundred thousand poems
and still going strong,
like a garden of blooms
and infinity number of songs.
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Now leaves are falling
onto the game of cold,
for winter is now calling
with its voices so bold.
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