BRUCE MARTONE Poems

there a lady i know who looks so good
with her inside outside beauty
and her colorful colors
to let the world know
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TODAY I SAT AND THOUGHT
OF WORDS TO WRITE
FOR MY NEW SONG
I ALL READY GOT THE MUSIC
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LITTLE DEBBIE
WHY DO YOU CRY
LITTLE DEBBIE
WON'T YOU TELL ME WHY
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THE TEARS ON MY PILLOW
BECOME THE WAY MY LIFE IS
AND THE WAY MY LIFE IS I DON'T LIKE IT
I WOULDN'T WISH IT ON ANY BODY ELSE
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ISN'T IT KIND A FUNNY
HOW WE MADE IT TO OUR EIGHTIES
TO BAD WE CAN'T GO FURTHER
BUT OUR CANCER WON'T LET US
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EXCUSE ME MAM
I DON'T MEAN TO BEG
BUT CAN I BORROW
A TOMORROW
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I AM THE LAST AMERICAN FARMER
THAT THE BANK HASN'T TAKEN AWAY MY FARM
BECAUSE I ALWAYS MEET MY COST
WITH AN OPEN ARM
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I LOOK FOR FORTY NIGHTS
AND THIRTY DAYS
ACROSS THE JERSEY BAY
THROUGH THE NEW YORK WAY
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THERE IS A NURSE I KNOW
WHO HAS BEEN CURSED
WITH SUCH GRACE AND A KILLER SMILE
WHEN SHE WALK IN THE PLACE WITH HER COOL STYLE
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I TOOK MY DREAMS
AND I PUT THEM IN A BOTTLE
CLOSE THE BOTTLE TIGHT AND THREW IT AWAY
AND WATCH IT SAIL TILL IT WAS OUT OF SIGHT
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