John Shea Poems

Let me buy the vodka
Never touch the stuff

My quirky poems you enjoy
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I grew up
Called the Pup
You inspired me
Who who are you to not see in the dark
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I feel them in the winter time,
When life is cold, and time goes slow.

We shiver with cold like a silver dime,
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A cardboard box is my home
In the city where I was born
Wine beer and rats are my best friends
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It was masked by massive tall oaks
The lonely road

Rivers of tears flanked its path
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To give me sorrow on her eve of death
To leave a letter on her dusty desk

Who the hell cares
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That pie are not square
They are round

Best dog I ever had
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I come for you
There is no escape
I am worse than evil defined
Your life I rape
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Time is of the essence
A lovely journey
At some expense
I could not wait
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If I was peanut butter and jelly
I might be old
If I was pencil and paper
I might be bold
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