rose higgins

this poem may not rhyme, and some would say it does not make any sence at all.
and from the title you mite think that this poem is goin to be all about life, its not.
hey, ive never ritten a poem before, so wen my friend said that i sould rite a poem i said ok, i hav a pretty good topic.
but then i figured, my topic goes both ways.tward life and death.
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you may think blond chicks' with blue eyes
are the golden girls, their not.
you may think girls with straight A's in school
are the golden girls, they mite be.
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i was sitting at home
when the police knocked
on my door.
'i'm sorry miss, but there has been an accident,
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He sleeps in his world
of nonexistent.
Never knowing when it's day or when it's night.
He's as lazy as that old man on the couch,
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country people, if you notice, dont give a damn
they have fun and dont worry about what'll happen next.
they live life to the fullest and dont worry what'll happen
when there 55
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She walked up the hall,
and stood in front of her bedroom.
A war went on inside her,
whether or not to open the door.
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Never before,
had they seen such beauty
of such enchanting love.
Two people,
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The brush of the ocean,
the wave of wings.
The voice of a mother,
as she sings.
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Knock, knock.
She opens her heart
and lets him in.
He tells her he loves her
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She looks up
from her balcony bedroom,
and sees him there.
Holding his breath,
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I sit there, yearning to be touched,
when he walks in.
That tall military man,
who I know by no other name That somewhat cute guy,
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