michael Smajda Poems

Saint Michael the Archangel,
Guardian of our Lord's Heaven,
Protect me from those who
Wish to do me ill-will
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'I've been scratched from the race track, '
Neighed the stalled horse sounding bitter.
'I complained 'bout track conditions.
They, then, had me banned from Twitter.'
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Peace and freedom
Births complacency,
Begging its return,
In time, hopelessly.
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'You are going to miss me when I'm gone, '
Is what she kept warning me right along.
And what she kept saying, she was not wrong.
Her words still haunt me like a classic song.
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Please don't tell a soul about this.
May it remain a secret, true.
Within me lies a heart of gold
I am willing to share with you.
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She can giggle.
She can cackle,
Say the same
Thoughts repeatedly.
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We wake up in the morn,
And with clothes, we adorn,
Quick breakfast, we devour,
Off to work in an hour.
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There are times when
I think of you often.
There are times when
I wish you were near.
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It use to be
An apple a day
Kept the doctor away.
Nut this APPL some say
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I advise you not to marry a stripper
As this is what she is likely to do,
Start prancing down the aisle way
half naked,
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