John Kelly Poems

The little red rose was full of the joys,
As she frolicked and played on the green,
The little red rose shared all of her toys,
Along with her hopes and her dreams,
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Why did they take our mammy, dad?
Sure she never harmed a fly,
She followed all their silly rules,
And was as sweet as apple pie,
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Snowflakes falling softly,
On dimly lit streets,
Candles flicker gently,
Next to yule logs and wreaths,
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There are picnics and parties,
Families laze on the green,
Some dogs by the harbour,
Are causing a scene,
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When all the prayers have been said,
When all the cards have been boxed and stored,
When all the plates have been neatly piled,
When all the tears have been wiped away,
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