Gill Shaw Poems

This face is the face I remember
this face is the face I adore
a face of one who sang to them all
while the whole world cried for more.
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No more the morning rain
so high upon a hill
below as if in dream
cut confetti cast clean
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If it felt dishonest
and you thought a man had lied
If it looked like stealing
and knew of a man who'd died.
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Hello do you remember me?
I don't remember you...
there was a dude who looked like you
all that he sang was pure and true
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They said he did for his wife
Oh yes he did her in...
long aft he killed his rival life
a duel to the death...t'was him.
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