Joe DeAndra Poems

What happened to my pen?
It is no passion in keyboards
I have to feel the stroke of the pen
Watch the ink bleed out
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Grab my hand, I will not let you fall
Pick your head up and stand tall
If you seem to fail, I'm the one to call
In you I see no wrong, I will not let you fail
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It wonders around looking for you
Looking for the bond we had
Daily and nightly it is restless
Crying and pleaing for your heart
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