cora brooks Poems

the cold winters mist
may turn cold
while turning to the past
itll send chills up my spine
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theres nothing i can do with the moment
sorry but theres no way i can keep you going
help yourself once
help yourself again
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there was a pirate
who longed for his princess
a girl her loved since just a lad
and even now though
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all that time waiting
rendering all alone
you have not found a home
your all alone
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