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Fraser MacLean Poems
When all of life on earth is o'er, Time for you will be no more. When you've walked your final mile, You won't worry anymore about style.
I am so lonely, Thinking of you only. I am so lonely, I am so blue, Without you.
The rippling of the waters as it flows through the brooks, Watching and waiting for a fish to cook. Wishing and fishing for a trout, Wasn't long till I pulled one out.
I dream, and dream of you, of a love that's true. I dream that we're together, In all kinds of weather.
Where does love go
Where does love go, when love is gone wrong, When does go when you don't belong. I long, to know what went wrong, So I can go home, where I belong.
Most people don't know how I feel, Or even if my feelings are real. big deal, like you, I'm not made of steel.
Comments about Fraser MacLean
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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When all of life on earth is o'er,
Time for you will be no more.
When you've walked your final mile,
You won't worry anymore about style.
you won't worry how you're dressed,
Or even if your hair is messed.
You'll be focused on, movin on,
Leaving earth, going home.