Timothy Long Poems

the poet rains his sorrows,
never minding the borrows,
his soul was in the gallows,
leaving everything else quite shallow,
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Faith is love with a reason,
putting my thoughts to pen,
can i remember when,
is there true honor anymore,
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Better to be alone in the world,
than nothing at all,
being to eccentric for them all,
as if everyone's better,
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everyone knew as everyone saw,
all the sacrifices made,
the pain that everyone in the future could gain from,
disciples of this man wrote great on to all his plans to save all,
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So long and farewell,
so long and goodbye,
forever to be an unearthed secret,
the worlds so dreary and ugly,
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I wont awnser your call,
or bother you at all,
the world will see,
i'm not meant to be,
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