STEVE HOFFMAN Poems

Here we go
My taxes arent paid
Cant remember last time I got laid
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If you’ve ever played chess
you’ll no what I mean
Six moves ahead, and there go the queen
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It’s been asked for ever
The question of where we are
The presents of a planet
Warmed by a close star
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I sit and I watch, such a beautiful breeze
These colors, these hues
Just looking at trees
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That brunette with brown eyes
At nine foot three
The size she wants you to see
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There’s a light In the sky
So round and so clear
Off in the distance
Silhouette of a deer
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Smile
She’s a woman
A lover
A friend and a Pal
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Those Big Brown Eyes
An attitude so inviting
That independent style
That sweet grin so exciting
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Looking across the field
The early morning dew
The silhouette of deer
Just barely in view
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As I lie here in bed, just tossing and turning
I think of that smile and get that tough yearning

I tell myself that its night time again
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