Roz French Poems

Is it to late to change destiny and fate?
To change the route that my life does take?
Or is it all a predefined trip with no exceptions or excursions,
No room for extras fate's running it like a tight ship.
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The same address, the same front door,
The same furnishings that were here before,
The same coloured walls, the same wooden floor,
So why dosnt it feel like home anymore.
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I want to be where you are,
Where ever that may be,
I want to hold you in my arms,
For as long as long could be.
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How many cuddles dya think we all get
From the time we are born to the time of are death
Cuddles when a baby to sooth you to sleep
Cuddles growing up just for a treat
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