Chip Rice Poems

You said that or I thought you said that
Or was it you said this and not that
I thought I'd figured it out but that wasn't it
Then what was it if it wasn't this or that
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Hear the cry in the summer,
feet pounding, hands
clapping, voices shouting,
freedom is coming tomorrow.
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I AM POEM

I am beautiful and wise.
I wonder why I question my beauty Instead of taking pride in it.
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Weekend in Paris by Mr. Chip's
Couldn't speak a word of French
But Neither could you
We walked the miles of Parisian streets
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City of the Eiffel Tower!
\City of Escargot!
\City of wine!
\City of women!
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Elle me balance dans son étreinte douce et je navigue au-dessus
la brume de la ville troublée.
La musique est dans mon esprit.
Jobim l'a bien dit, une samba. Avec un Beat sexy. Et le crescendo de la castagnettes.
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I wrote an open letter to President Obama
I did not expect to get a response
I got a call at home that my letter was read
I listened to the callers voice did I have something to dread
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I have loved you

from that winter day.
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First all is quiet
Then I hear a song

First it's quiet
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Yes it's almost over and we are moving out the woods
But I still wear my mask and I social distance
And I play by all the rules
But I am getting tired also
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