Matthew Cole Poems

'Twas The Night Before Christmas,
He Lived All Alone,
In A One Bedroom House
Made Of Plaster And Stone.
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I try so hard

To make you smile
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We Never Give

Rocky granit paths mortor strewn
faces controlled disciplined white
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Build me up

Tear me down
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Starring down the barrel of a hot bedded 45

Just wondering...
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A single shed tear

Slides down my face
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