Edward Webb Poems

The famous sound that comes in summer,
the chorus that comes with each morn,
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Temperate natures can give unto the tempest of day.

A gentle breeze upon thy face,
Interwinds with gentle rustles
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Life, lived; not by the, present, contained within the Now,
so thinking of a recollect - of what your mind will allow

means present becomes, neglect - and past, does future infect,
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I spoke to a little bird today,
it landed beside and this be what I Say;

Do you know that your a robin good sir? famous to our eye.
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justice: as word, read by perpetrators eyes, is cruel as meaning is defined,
consequences drawn on them caught,
soon shroud actions in, murderous blame,
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When light ebbs away from a livings eyes,
and livings age, pays its wage,
so the body to soul no longer does engage.
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suspicion; haunts as demon, wondering the mind of guilt,
for when thought of gain is actioned, souls unheard will wilt,
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When we are deep in thought,
images drawn upon the mind,
never is a sighted moment,
in the present to find,
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There is a serpent that hides in the damp,
of a lipped cavern,

long, moist and venomous its known as the tongue,
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The War-
e.webb

my heart and eyes are at mortal war,
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