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by | Jun 23, 2006 | Poetry | 0 comments

When the leaves fall away
Your church comes into view
What can I say?
I thought you new

My gods not a prefect
My god is you
So my son life is perfect
Why you so blue

I thought I had the answers
So why am I lookin at you
I loved the dancers
And the second chance so new

He steals from shattered lives
In a world of hate
Son there’s battered wives
Lookin for heavens gate

STILL you try to cheer me up
I guess the British legion
Filled my overflowing cup
Let’s hope they go to your region.


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