Eva Kirby Poems

I used to dream of eyes so blue
And loving arms to hold me.
I used to dream of heroic knights
And how gracious they would be.
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You never know what is to come
or how your going to get there.
The truth can bring you out of glum,
or make everything seem fair.
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why is it that when I cant find something,
the first thing I do is cry?
I know I'm a human being,
just trying to get by.
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