Charles McMullen Biography

Late upon a winters night,
There became a wondrous sight.
The angel of the Lord shone around,
To all amazed upon the ground.
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How is my love when she's alone?
Miles apart and doesn't phone.
Where is the justice that lets us pine?
Is the pain hers and also mine?
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I wait for inspiration to envelop me,
And then I find I'm on a spree.
Where it comes from I don't know,
I just follow like footsteps in the snow.
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Where is the truth we often ask,
This is usually a strenuous task.
People deceiving with there big black lies,
Even though they wear smart neckties.
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Why did Superboy play in the doorway,
Of number 11 up from the slipway.
Then on down the road another boy asked,
'What number comes after 110? ' then,
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