Phillip Hoffeld Poems

From Death's Arrest I shall be
Never more apart from thee.
Confined to Woe, life's sole thought
My body sold, and my soul bought.
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Dance at the Water's edge,
Ev'ry day and ev'ry hour,
Even when the Sun is high
You bring an angry show'r.
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The church was full of people that day,
Driving or walking in the sun.
Old man Sam was walking there too,
Church-goers began to poke fun.
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