Matt Teaford Poems

In depths of the hollow,
With caution I proceed.
I'm sure no one will follow,
As I walk from weed to weed.
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When order breaks down,
And chaos sets in,
Forget where we are,
And where we have been.
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Oh, the cruelty of men,
The greatest of our sin,
Putting others in a pen,
Holding high our chin,
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Once upon a long ago,
I bathed below the sun,
Deeply tuned to summers glow,
I'd felt the day been won.
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When up in your bed,
And fast asleep,
What goes through your head,
After the sheep..?
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Go ahead my child,

Go ahead and sleep,
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