Robert Peacock Poems

What’s warmer than the sun
On a hot August Day
And with a few spoken words
Can take your pain away
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Where ever I may roam
Or whatever I might see
I'll always be at home
When you're standing next to me
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When I wake up in the morning
I’m use to laughter and a smile
But now sadness and depression
Have become your only style
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Dark Angel Your Beauty
Deceives The Light
For It’s Inside Of You
That Shines So Bright
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The last time I saw you
Both of us knew
The fun and love we had
Was soon to be through
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When facing times
Of transformation
Keep your head held high
Without reservation
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Encourage Your Children
To Do Wonderful Things
To Soar With The Eagles
On Unbounded Wings
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I sit here helpless
In my chair
With just one look
A frozen stare
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She was born an Orphan
On a Hot July Day
A new young family
Came and took her away
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Poor lost
Misguided fool
Firing off his
Grizzly tool
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