Patricia Sampson Poems

　

Do you know him
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When I was young, my mother would say
Your life will be run by machines one day
along the way conversation will be lost
no more talking is what it will cost
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The wilted plant, all forlorn
Drooping leaves, few dry some torn
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Oh I say! What a nerve, he came right through my door
I had to define, his house or mine?
And were there any more
He went to work straight away
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Scoop a Poop


A poo bag in your pocket another in your hand
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I'm just a bit of litter that goes by many names
I sometimes get called garbage but its all the same
It can be very hurtful when they call me a piece of toot
and give me no consideration when they crush me underfoot
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While the world sleeps

The poison that once ranthrough my veins
Has ceased and I breath again
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Thankyou

Thankyouto nurses for all that you do
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The Early Years
I recall the days in the village when we were just young kids
Together We popped tar bubbles in the road
and from our parents we hid
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