Haley Hall Poems

One pile of dirt, Two pile of dirt, Three pile of dirt, A little boy at play
Three piles of dirt, A little boy & The things I deal with everyday
Each night I tell him a bedtime story
Every morning I look out my window & say I'm sorry
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My last memory is of you walking away
I justs tood there, Because I didn't know what to say
I wish that I could have it to do over
Because there's not a feeling that I wouldn't cover
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I wish people would just let us be us
Why are they so jealous
Do they have to pull us apart
Do they not have anyone to love in their heart
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