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He asks for my hand
I tell him that I need it
He is not amused
Writing poetry
Emotions flow through my pen,
form a gentle pool
Heart and mind's thoughts translated
The pen a god given tool.
Kindness, like a can
Return and recycle it
Good for the planet.
I'm still stranded here
You left me on this island
You in the distance
**** them with kindness
When they treating you like s**t
What a load of crap
 Jun 27 paul sheridan
lizie
i don’t want you
to worry.
i just want you
to stay.

i’ll say
i’m fine.
just don’t
go away.
Your voice, haunting
A dark forest in the night,
rooted in legend.
Used to go to church
Money's voice spoke over God's
People bought and sold.
Sweeping hands of time
Slowly they would stroke my face
Now they're quick to harm.
Flamin' seagull pulled a fast one
stole a chip, and it was my last one.

that's it.
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