emelia pattson Poems

I don’t believe in God
As his rules are different
His thinkings are strange
He is really strange
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The month of summer is going away with the Breese.
The maples wore the dress of amber
The pain of hot is no more.
Each season of the year
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Oh! My friend oh! my friend
I am alone in this world
Once you were with me-
My happy days
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Oh! Sweetie
My Oh! My sweety
My sweet heart
Did you know?
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