Erick Thorin Poems

I wonder how soon all the wars would end
The promoters of them to the front could we send
And the blood of the rich to be spilled for thee
So the laboring classes can be free
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The sky is blue in the summer
In the daytime that's always true
I'd like to think that nightfall brings
The same condition only without
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It was a cold day in December
If I rightfully remember
I was walking down the street
In a manly stride
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These pages are filled
With things not so nice
Like walking in dog poo
Or the detailing of mice
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If I were a person just 4 feet tall
I would feel like a midget
To a guy 10 feet tall
But to a man who reaches the sky
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The gray haired old Doc
Medicinal adviser
A real sawbones at heart
The trouble surmiser
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Old Mickey McGinn
Was a man who could sin
Away from old Ireland he came.
Whether he fought
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