Edwin Robinette Poems

She had an air about her
Bold and proper she was
Flawless in her fashion
Or anything she does
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The doctor says we are going to die
Our cholesterol is much too high

There is mercury in the fish we fry
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Feeling blue, pained, sick or lost
Give God a call
It's free of cost
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Obscure to where I am going
Blind to where I have been
Darkness over-rides my psyche
Leaving vision somewhat dim
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I'm gonna get myself out of this city
I'm gonna get myself out of this city
Gonna get myself out of this city
Cause livin' here is just a pity
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Harrison, Vega, King and Robinson
Pavarotti, Charles, Feliciano or Lennon
Vivaldi, Enya, Byrd and McCartney
Mancini, Kitaro, Beethoven or Guthrie
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Anxious for the odor of a salty sea
Yearning for the sound of flapping sails
I set my heading to drift among
The whitecaps and the whales
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Hooded mysterians of legend
Cauldrens of boiling mass
Concocting spells of good and evil
Among tall stones and trampled grass
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The essence of nothingness are the hatemongers
Works of indignity are spread heavily, repeatedly
Words of the sassy proctor, add sickly disgrace
In a world of tears, we must subsist
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Dear Mr. Bilderberg,

Through the news media and other sources of information
I heard your plea and gave it much contemplation
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