LeRoy F. Oates Poems

I often wonder when looking up high,
where do fishes go when they die?
I know I'm closer to God when I'm fishing.
When I'm alone out there in the wild.
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Oh! My darling I have loved You all these years,
Through sickness and health through laughter and tears
Forty five years we have been together
In joy and sorrow, fair and foul weather
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We stopped in the village of Stein on the Rhine,
We had a glass of Rhine wine, which was mighty fine;
I asked for a kiss from a pretty Fraulein,
She said, "Lips that touch wine, shall never touch mine;
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