Poems

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Spring…you tug upon my heartstrings
You’re akin to that last piece of cake
The last sip of that delicious drink…
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Just seems like it’s that way to me

Taller guys seem to get executive jobs
Shorter guys work mostly as clerks
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It was one of those
kind of afternoons
When ball games were heard
From open windows
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Lonely Grey Lady At McDonalds


She has hunched over shoulders, looks under the weather
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I know the devil’s the bad dude, and you’re sposed to be good and all that
But big guy, let me tell you, I jes don’t think you know where it’s at
A lotta things they need affixing and that’s a pure and simple fact
Howsa about getting your holy arse a stirrin and perform some miraculous act
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Do I hear the sound of Angels?
Feel the hand of Reaper Grim…
Rest upon my shoulder
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One never thinks that dawns…
Crystal clear and golden
Are not forever
…When one is young…
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I want to tell my family
I want to tell those who are near
Please don’t look through me
Because…I’m still here
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Ode To Books

My glasses lay ‘pon open book
Whilst I give my eyes a respite
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Cry...cry long and hard
for me, Then forget me as
Just a passing breeze
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