Tressie Ours Poems

See yesterdays rose its faded away
That beautiful rose wasn't put here to stay
The rose can be pink, yellow or red
The petals will drop because they are dead.
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Stop, don't play in the devils yard
It's not like a game behind the barn
You give him an inch and he'll take a yard
Yards turn to miles and he'll only smile.
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Let us make man in our own image
My Kingdom is without spot or blemish
They molded and made man out of dirt and sand
But when temptation came he couldn't stand.
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