Terry Fitzgerald Poems

Hoping For Everything But Expecting Nothing

Sitting here looking at these four bare walls
Wondering how my dreams ever got so small
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THE EPOCH STRETCHES
FROM SEPTEMBER INTO DECEMBER
AS LEAVES CLEAVE TO CLOUDED WINDOWS
THE DAY BECOMES DARK AND DULL
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I'M GOING DOWN TO THAT PLACE
I'VE BEEN BEFORE
DOWN TO THE PLACE
WHERE MY BABY
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If you could conceive the inconceivable
My astonishment would be considerable
I know things exist that are unmentionable
Excuse me if I make you uncomfortable
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While You Were Sleeping


While you were sleeping, another man came creeping
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