unclecharlie
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Born wiith that Itch?A Poem by unclecharlieWere some people born with this itchThat means each and every day they just have to bitchIt's not a question about if it's what they'll doMore a matte.. |
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There's No One There!A Poem by unclecharlieI sit and think about the days gone pastLived life hard and really fastNever worried about what life really meantOr how it was each day would be spent.. |
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Not once againA Poem by unclecharlieThought maybe I saw her once again todayI was driving my truck as she scooted the other wayLeather jacket , black gloves and some chapsThen her little.. |
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Could it have been you?A Poem by unclecharlieAfternoon comes and it's time for rideI'll go it alone no one on the back or by my sideRiding along lost in some kind of dreamThere's no way it was yo.. |
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Why make a plan?A Poem by unclecharlieWent out today with an excellent planThought it would go smooth but didn't understandThe store and the Web really don't connectWhat you see on the Sit.. |
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Isn't that the S**t?A Poem by unclecharlieThrough out our time we seem to playForgetting about what once got in our wayMaybe bio polar to say the leastHave those days where we're just a beastT.. |
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Unwinding the ClockA Poem by unclecharlieHave we reached the end for sureOr this depression can we some how cureStuck in a life that doesn't mean muchFrom the ones we Love we're out of touchA.. |
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What can we really do?A Poem by unclecharlieLook in the mirror and what have we gotSome what of a programed robotMost of what we do is all about workWaiting years for our own little quirkThe gol.. |
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A reason to rideA Poem by unclecharlieWe walk through this life full of prideDoesn't really matter what we rideComfortable is the way that we dressNo worse or better then any of the restTh.. |
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The clock still moves slowA Poem by unclecharlieThe clock moves slow but the day seem to flyUsually it's something we don't even seeTill you get older like meThe you stop and wonder where the days w.. |
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