Nicholas Mulrooney Poems

Here from my desk I'm battling Trojans
Or sailing the oceans for land more fair
To roam the deserts in search of oasis
And never risen up from my chair
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Oh what a wonderful dream
to bad its over now
You shined bright
like the stars that night
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You are the fruit, who's taste I desire
That, before I may bite, cruel winds carry higher
Those ever-quenching waters just under my lips
That the tide tears away as I try to sip
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