Harry S Smith Poems

Watch me pitch from my mind's eye,
T'ward hammer headed foe: a cry:
‘Try sentence, Try condemn me,
For I'm a true veined freedom! '
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Hayley Is A Comet,
She works behind a bar,
They think that they can keep her there,
But she's a shooting star!
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She's a SuperString,
No need for fancy bling,
Or prancy diamond ring,
To prove to me,
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Her eyes are alight,
Like tracer bullets,
From a 1000 love gunners ashine,
Like Nirvana's suns divine,
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An angel I know is hurting,
How can this really be?
She cannot heal herself at all,
So lay her hurt on me!
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