T. P. Martin

Sometimes I get so busy, a doing this and that,
But then in thought you'll come to me, I always stop and chat.
Your presence is warmly welcomed, as it carries me away,
My heart will feel much lighter, as we recall the happy days.
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Sometimes you walk so fast, I can't keep up with you,
I wish that you would slow down so we can enjoy the view.
The grass, it looks like magic blowing in the wind,
I don't know when I'll have the chance to see this site again.
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I'd like to put you in my pocket, so you would be there for me,
When things got rough and out of hand, I know your help, would always set me free.
I remember when we were little, you, I liked to be around,
When things were good or bad, you picked me up, you never put me down.
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She never touched my hand, She lovingly touched my heart,
Saying farewell to her, I had no significant part.
I know not words to say, the feelings I have inside,
I watch as they carried her away, and tried so, but I cried.
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I remember those freckles all over your nose,
Were you got those curly ears, God only knows.
Many times I turned to you and said, wanna ride?
You would sit in my lap, and fill my heart with pride.
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