Randy McClave Poems

Take my gun!
You can keep it,
Holding it is not at all fun
And I'm tired of carrying it.
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It's an early morning dawn
The rooster crows and he begins to yawn,
Today for him is just another quest
As he awakens again in the old west.
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I love you more than the daffodils
That grow on top of the hill,
I love you more than the flowers grown
And loving you, I always will.
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Raindrops falling upon my head

I could count them one after another
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If you were to wear my shoes
Would you do the things that I have done,
Fight the battles that I must fight
Or would you turn around and run.
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In the garden I saw a Rose
It stood alone and seemed so sad,
But, I knew it was strong and made others glad
So, I wrote this one prose.
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How could we look upon God's face
Without any shame or utter disgrace,
Especially after a life that many have led
Where hate and jealousy is all that they believed and said.
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I am that bad penny
Called by my friends, not many,
As I have a very few, if any.
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When I had money to give or to send
I became my sons very best friend,
He called and he visited me all of the time
Which cost me every bill, quarter and dime,
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I asked Robert Burns
What inside his soul yearns,
He looked at me and then he spoke
But, then I awoke.
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