Timmy Curran Poems

The mothers cradle the life,
but one sits apart,
looking at the older men
passing, walking dogs, smoking
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Bliss is a word I miss
A feeling too slippery
Sleep with an angel
never with misery
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Blood is in, salsa out
Almost just a tween
snow melts through
a crimson way,
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Time to be clever
and think of some themes,
things to put down
that follow some means
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If I could only
write a tune
It would only
be about you
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A lovely little view
from the other side
of the pine
Long holding views
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Deleting yesterday
into outer space
Holding on to
letter structures
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Runny nose, runny yolk, the man he said it
alergies is all he meant by it,
diving into an ocean too deep,
a problem many eager people have
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Oh wow, you should've been born yesterday,
it was all there, just not
always on constant display
things were okay, just like
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Summer slumbers down the window
Sleeping through a boring day
Belly full of beer from Denmark
The cheapest bottle on display
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