Ann Marie Davies Poems

Everyday i look up at the sky,
With sparkly tears running down my eye's
With sorrows of joy which i cant beer,
Every time i look at myself and say oh dear.
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You saw me looking at you din't you?
You then turned around just to view.
I smiled at you, and you smiled back
And i thought is this my luck.
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Who shall i fear?
What man will man me care?
What trust will i cheer?
My pain is aching,
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