Merit Writes Poems

Gently,
I hold unto thee,
I urge for your warmth,
Lost in your lullaby,
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But where shall wisdom be found?
and where is the place of understanding?
Who knows the price to be paid?
or can it be found in the land of the living! .
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Desire for your skirt
Yearn for your pocket
We are after benefit
On the account
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O yeah the son of man,
Here comes the Almighty blessing,
The yellowish form of the morning sun,
that signifies that a lovely day as just begun,
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My name is Adam,
and I guess you are Eve,
for God caused me great slumb,
and out of my rib,
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Here comes the night;
the hour I yearned for,
the dinner I'm after,
I hear the crickets chirping,
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With her fading smile,
on a faraway mile,
she waved me bye,
with her forced smile
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