Ruth Rayment Poems

A lover’s tiff
That’s all he said
No more sorry
No more pleads or begs
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With every lasting tear on your grave
I’ll put you flowers down to say that I came
But when I no I have to talk to you through the skies
I wonder are you listening to my sighs
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He’d lend a hand to the world
He got betrayed and died in good health
He served and protected
Those around him
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Guns are here, guns are there
Guns are the future
The one, which is near
Firearms
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Give me a shilling
Give me a note
Give me a gun
I’ll sing you a merry note
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Through the bold accents
Of Notting hill
I know a place
So much, so well
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The pain
It gains no remorse
It has no consciousness
It has no feeling
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O lord
Of mine
Give peace, ease of mind
Make me aware of my suffering inside
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Rest in peace
All you who died
Made a sacrifice
Us all question why
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Withdrawn and un loyal
That’s all they seem to be
I can’t seem to find the answers anymore
Which once lye upon this tree
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