His Hand

I remember the man
whose hand I loved.
I can even remember the feel when gloved.

It touched my body.
It touched my heart.
I can still remember it though it did depart.

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Star Search

If the stars in the sky
forget to shine
we all would think
that we are blind.
If all of our eyes
were closed up tight
the stars would still shine
but not for our sight.

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Memories

It's bitter cold
just like December
if you've no warm memories
that you can remember.

It's beastly hot
just like July
if the chill from your memories
allow them to die.

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Cupid's Arrow

Shoot an arrow in the air
and where it falls, you know not where.
But shoot that arrow through the heart
and when it strikes love may start,
or twist and turn and soon depart.

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Busy As A Bee

If man kept himself as busy as a bee
he'd sweeten up the world and never would we see
bitterness and envy filling every hour.
It would all be sweetened like nectar in each flower.

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Giving Up

You take the high road
and I take the low.
You can see much better
so I'm not gonna go.
, Cause all I'll do is
look up where you are
and stay on that low road
and never get too far.

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Hidden Away

There are too many melodies
that go unheard.
For they are still in the mind
of those unstirred.

There are too many poems
that go unread.
For they are still in the mind
of the poet's head.

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Questions

Will I hear the laughter
when it's all gone?
Will I see the sun shine
if the laughter's gone?
Will you hear me crying
when my love is gone?
Will you feel my sorrow
when my crying's gone?

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Insulting?

I guess you have to be
a mighty president
to have your face on money,
even on one cent.

But all the paper money
that they're printing now
seems to me insulting
to a president's face somehow.

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Mean

Mean, mean
She was mighty mean.
She promised she would marry me.
But then I heard her scream
'I'll not marry that son of a gun.
I caught him cheatin'
out on the run.
So who's the mean one now?

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