Raymond Farrell Poems

In the day
None stumble
From lack of light
The light of the sun
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What you think
In time
You will speak
If repeated
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Let us all make sure
As we wend our way
Through life
That we do not always choose
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An unexpected day off
Found me hopping onto B3 bus
And heading to Gu Lo stop
From there I made my way
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From my 4th floor window
As night settles
I look across
The paved lane way
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When I was young
I remember
Seeing my family tree
In fading ink
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Before the stroke
He was brash, often loud, forceful
But likeable nonetheless
January the eighth
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Sometimes
I wonder
If the sum
Of all
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