David Semenske Poems

I'm dazed and confused
I'm tired of being used
It is not me that you see
It is just your fantasy
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As i walk through these ruins
From a land long ago
My inquisitive mindwanders
To and Fro
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There was a test of wills
At Bay Views Rolling mills
A fight for an eight hour day
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The Moon beams full and bright
On this a warm summers night
As I gaze into your eyes
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As I wander through my family tree
There is one thing that puzzles me
About the spelling of our last name
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Never again will we feel their grace
Nor we will see that smile on their face
For they have gone to a better place
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Poor Marshall Ney
Could not keep Wellington at Bay
As he defended Gaul
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We're taking a chance
Marching for France
Under the French Flag
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In the fields of France
We took a glance
Waiting for the German Horde
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