Raymond Farrell Poems

When I was a kid
The big American companies
Wrapped themselves
In the Stars and Stripes
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She will never grow old
And sit by this fire
Nor nod off in repose
Or look back in fond desire
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If you want to know
Who is a proper fool
It is he or she
Who sits on their stool
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Soft as the dew that covers the field
Fragrant as the scent the lilacs yield
Within, my heart is oh so still
I am in love and will drink my fill
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It was a warm fall day
My father in law and I
Were fishing on Bottle Lake
An isolated lake
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Tat Tata Ta Tat
Taaa Ta tat tat
The rain beats
On the tin roof
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To be as resilient
and adaptable as grass
to be spat on, tread on
unappreciated, defecated on
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The great evils
Man has perpetrated
On his fellow man
Are not mindless acts
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