Isaac Armstrong Annor Poems

FRIENDS ARE THE MULTIPLICATION OF LOVE.
ADDITION OF CLOSE RELATIVES..
SUBTRACTING OF ENEMY......
WHEN THEY SEE YOU
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we struggle to have meaning
in this world which we all know
we try but yet we wonder
where we all should go
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In a pot in my garden
By the pond with the fishes
Is a flower that seems to like
Spreading lots of wishes.
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It is history that, I
Know of the past.
Through history, I learn
Of the old.
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Son of man do you
Know how I feel when
You are beside my wheel chair?
Oh, son of man
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I remember hooting at
hunger on day.
And LORD, how hunger
Punished me after,
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I think we are suffering
From one problem and
The other,
The food I was enjoying
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We are growing from
Ignorance into civilization.
Dancing in our pleasure, and
Swimming in our leisure.
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Your coming brings the beauty
Of smiles all night long.
A wonderful creature of an art,
Your friend’s sparkle to honor
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I have been dreaming and dreaming,
Tossing and turning on my
Bed each night.
I read through your letters
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