Timothy Long Poems

i just want to cry,
why won't you let me die,
kill me please as i can not kill myself,
im dead for all i know,
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oh giving tree, oh giving tree, why don't you give to me, candy and treats with music of all sorts of beats, all sizes and shapes with magical grapes, old and young come along just to play
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The clouds were heaving with angst and sorrow. For a legend died today, all because of a great cause that he believed in. The rain dropped to the ground in weeping teardrops that touched the faces of thousands. The thunder sparked the black sky with delirious madness. The hated tyrant and beloved mytr died to end a bloody war and to free a trapped race of the slaved. That man is the great Abraham Lincoln. Abe was assassinated by the evil who he tried to help.
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The Ballad Of Chloe Shaw
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Me allamo timothy
no soy ni deserdenado ni reservado
soy sociable, artistico, deportista
todas los dias yo estudioso, musica, deportista, y escrbir
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long ago you left with out a whisper you left with out saying a word, you always said you were alright, but you weren't and everyone was to foolish and blind to see that you were hiding behind a mask of happiness,
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Love is your arrow in a heart of roses, your saphire eyes burn in old time passion, with great fashion, i be your king in the sun and your knight in the moon, oh how i wish it was you, to do what angels sing in fantasys, grave in which thou undug for brains, to work ideally, to be by your side forever together, in this heart break world.
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