What happens in heaven?
Will I sit on a cloud?
Is walking or talking
Or jumping allowed?
Will I be on my own
Or with some of my friends?
Does it go on for ever
Or eventually end?
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All night long the hockey pictures
gaze down at you
sleeping in your tracksuit.
Belligerent goalies are your ideal.
Threats of being traded
cuts and wounds
--all this pleases you.
O my god! you say at breakfast
reading the sports page over the Alpen
as another player breaks his ankle
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He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park
Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
Voices of play and pleasure after day,
Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.
About this time Town used to swing so gay
When glow-lamps budded in the light blue trees,
And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,-
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Ha' we lost the goodliest fere o' all
For the priests and the gallows tree?
Aye lover he was of brawny men,
O' ships and the open sea.
When they came wi' a host to take Our Man
His smile was good to see,
"First let these go!" quo' our Goodly Fere,
"Or I'll see ye damned," says he.
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When Julius Fabricius, Sub-Prefect of the Weald,
In the days of Diocletian owned our Lower River-field,
He called to him Hobdenius-a Briton of the Clay,
Saying: "What about that River-piece for layin' in to hay?"
And the aged Hobden answered: "I remember as a lad
My father told your father that she wanted dreenin' bad.
An' the more that you neeglect her the less you'll get her clean.
Have it jest as you've a mind to, but, if I was you, I'd dreen."
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Lost certification
since little fant
lost certification
since little son
lost certification
since little young
lost certification
since little bone
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Day in day out, i still have thoughts of you,
Was it worth it? I ask myself,
Killed my social life, Been a slave for you,
I enjoyed every moment of it, but did you?
You left, tearing me into a million pieces,
With memories although, that left me longing for more.
Swore i’d never fall in love again,
But every time i looked at your picture
Thoughts of you made me fall over and over again
Thought i was over you a long time ago,
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My dearest love, in my last poem I vowed
to never write about you again,
to heal from your passing, to move on somehow,
but here I am, broken and in pain.
I can't help but visit your final resting place,
to lay flowers and speak to you once more,
to see the sunlight shine on your face,
and imagine you reading my words, like before.
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I hear the echoes of your heart's pain,
You lament a love that rests now — in vain,
Your tears and sighs, I feel them too
For I've been hurt the same as you.
The memories that you can't erase,
The moments that you long to embrace,
The love that slipped right through your grasp,
Leaving you in a sorrowful gasp ...
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Into the woods I strolled one day, with my twin sister,
For if I had left her behind, I'd surely have missed her.
We were looking for wild strawberries, but we got lost,
Under the warm sun shining, as breezes blew very soft.
We wandered for a while, then we sat to rest by a lake,
And after eating strawberries, we saw a talking snake.
He had seen us walking, and he took us partway home,
Then a pink bunny guided us, so we didn't roam alone.
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