James Harris Poems
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The Child's Protection
Little girl, little girl what did you see?
A thing of horror chasing after me
Little girl little girl were you not scared?
More than I thought I could possibly bear
He was a man about oh so high
I swear I came just to his thigh
I knew he was off, not quite right
I was chilled by him at first sight
He wore a hat that covered his gaze
And weaves lies like some kind of maze
The kind you can end up lost in for days
All things around him reeks and decays
He looks upon children with a sick grin
Like looking upon us is his kind of sin
The evil ...
A Touch Of Melancholy
One sits here now staring at the wall
Wondering aloud at the point of it all
People always talk, I hear what they say
Do they not know I wish they'd go away?
I swear that I used to actually be cheery
But how people talk just makes me leary
They talk and they chatter making me mad
If they were to die I'd doubt I'd be sad