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Andrew Lee Poems
The plane of my life used to fly so smooth You came aboard and the higher I flew. You took me to places I'd never been before, I wanted to have you till I could fly no more.
Useless. Alone. A hammer, in a world full of screws. It seems the harder I try to fix things, All the more broken they become.
Ring! Ring! Your name lit up. I thought you called to say goodbye. My heart sank.
On the road, on the go. One man. But not alone. A solitary existence, All I've ever known.
Comments about Andrew Lee
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
The plane of my life used to fly so smooth
You came aboard and the higher I flew.
You took me to places I'd never been before,
I wanted to have you till I could fly no more.
We might have just hit a turbulent cloud
But It can't shake my mind off you.
My brain is turning to stone, and thinking is getting hard.
The silence is hungry, and it gnaws at my heart.
But when I hear your 'Goodmorning! '
When I see your smile sweet,
The sun comes out from behind rain clouds pouring.
It lightens up my dark, so
Even the night burns brightly.
The world is my lamb...