Michael Peterson Poems

If I got to speak at the Capital
I would give it my best and it goes like this;
Republicans, Democrats, and Independents too! !
We need to get the red, white, blue on the move
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Where to begin, where to end
From the start, so much to mend
Things not well, living in hell
Voices screaming, I wasn't dreaming
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I have seen a beautiful bird
From the distance, it looked buggy
As it got closer, it flashed many poses
Its beautiful sound, it was bound for a feeder
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Heading towards regent street
Fans roaming the street
Hitting all the bars, way to many cars
Red & white every where
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The day we met I knew
From the distance I could see
An angel in the sun, in heaven I must be
The smile, the sparkling eyes, the soft voice
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Where did start, where did I fall
had a job, striving for all
started a family, gotta home
the stress of it all, may caused the fall
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We all believe in faith
There is a heaven for everyone
There are all different kinds
Some pray to the sun, others to the god
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What ever happened to the good old days?
Neighbors talk, kids playing outside
No cable TV, no reality TV
Days made of leisure and fun almost gone
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Diving planes, Black smoke
Flaming fireballs, Scaring all
Disaster in the skies, shocking world
Falling people, falling buildings
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Little one, Little one
So wonderful, so gentle you are
So careless, so free
Not a worry to be, as you can see
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