cheryl davis miller Poems

An Answer to Obama and Shep Smith

Excuse us Sir, if we say 'pass'
not welcome to the masses.
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Mary had her spent life lavishly;
she had lived it so hard and fast.
She met a man in the marketplace
Who told her all about her past.
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If I could look in your dark eyes again
I'd never again look away.
I'd watch as the sun chased the stars and moon.
I'd watch forever and a day.
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Why is it you don't think of me
while I so often think of you
You haunt my dreams and fill my days
with wishes, never yet come true.
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If you would just once reach out
to touch me tenderly
the change of heart between us
would know no boundaries.
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In the winding wood's of Caroline
there on pathway's up and down.
Nestled neath the pines and green fronds
he said our bodies, would be found.
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I remember pickled pig's feet,
potatoes an hog jowl.
People never use to waste food,
not the way they do now.
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Once in a garden far away
there in the cool part of the day.
Our Maker sat and held a lamb
close to His breast.
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I planted me, a Butterfly Bush,
a Butterfly Bush, a Butterfly Bush,
I planted me, a Butterfly Bush,
To see if it were true,
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I've been proud to be an American
and I am proud to be one still.
She's always lead with the best intentions.
I believe that She always will.
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