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The poems I write Are not just for you But you see them first That much is true They are sometimes chirpy Sometimes blue At times fiction But paint pictures true Of scenes of horror Sorrow and pain Or a buxom body Transparent in rain Of nature and love And feelings tender Lovers who join In sweet surrender
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The poems I write Will tell you how I feel And my need to share Isn’t it part of the deal? That you spend your time Reading what’s there Some laughter, some tears And tales hard to bear You get lost in some Some open your eyes At times you are cynical They all seems like lies It is kindness that makes You read them through At times you imagine They were written for you The poems I write Are not my own They come from within A source unknown So ask me not Why I write them or for who If you are reading them now They are for you
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