Moe Roe Poems

The more I think about you,
The more I miss you.
The more I miss you,
The more I think about you.
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Everytime I see you,
My hair stands up straight on my head.
And it brings me back to,
All the conversations that are now dead.
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Where I'm going,
I'll make no progress.
No bells will ring,
and no birds will sing.
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I look to the future,
But all I see is the past.
I see history repeat itself,
And all the questions that havent been asked.
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