H L Pham Poems

One day in April past,
My country I lost
In a hurry flight,
For my life I fled.
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A tired old man
Tortured in the flesh,
Oppressed in the mind.
Imprisoned in a crowded cell,
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Through Endless
Dust of Time,
Gallops Life,
Oblivious to
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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' Luigi's,
Not a drink was stirring, not even martinis;
The glasses were hung by the bar with care,
In hopes that patrons soon would be there;
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Avenge us!
Avenge us!
Rumble the waves as they crash on a distant shore.
Who shall help us guiltless souls settling this bloody score
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Oh! Lumpy, Lumpy,
How I will not miss thee
The day of recovery, I didn't feel thee
Yet! I was not lonely.
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