Peter S. Quinn Poems

Sweet baggy
Newspaper-filled
New York
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A Mozart is playing her violin
A song for the evening
Note to note in gliding spin
Her bow is tenderly singing
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The day is coming to the evening
With hours of its secret passageways
From winter's rises and falls - in cloud grays
When nothing but the breeze to bare trees sing
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You fill me with hands easy
To pound my heart on
Struggling ways breezy
Occasion that never are done
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Day and night come together in their stream
Of nothingness or something of worth
The lone shadows that everywhere seem
When two corners reach each other in birth
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This is for you
Always to you
More then I could ever give
To you all and to live
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Hello, how are you - are you alright

Come and give me time
And bring whatever you need and yearn
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You fill me with hands easy
To pound my heart on
Struggling ways breezy
Occasion that never are done
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Everywhere you go
There are dreams so unreal
To letting you know
How you not ordinarily feel
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