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I've seen a man,Walking to and fro,In the foggy morn.A black hat,And a walking stick,Waiting for someone to warn.He had a scarf,Gray, gray, gray as co..
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The Rain, he sings to my soul,A simple melody, young but old.Drip Drop Drip Drop Death.The Rain he knows my sorrow,But his pity I will not borrow.The ..
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Emily Green was a loving soul,Pretty and kind, loving and true,With blue eyes and a freckled nose;She gained all the love a little soul could.But Emil..
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The City fell.No life, no love.Bricks like fire,Rained to the sky.In the Center,There I stood.No life, no love.She was crying,Begging to leave,But I k..
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for Pat.
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The young man stares,Down the lonely stairs,He sighs and cries,He falls, for he must die.The young girl lingers,By the noose's fingers,She jumps and i..
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I shall write a secret,Of my love I prophess,While on my walls is writMy secret love that grants no rest.I wish but do not receive,And in this I wishO..
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If beauty were measuredBy looks and gold,And liers of wishless words,Then this poem could not be told.For beauty is a deceiver,A deceiver of wishes,It..
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This is another poem from my brother Patrick(all rights reserved)...according to him "the first of many installments..." hope you enjoy...
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Dedicated to Marianne :)
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