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Heather Rollins Poem
oh say can you see by the dead army's fright.
was so loudly we failed by the moonlight's last screaming
yankee doodle came through town
riding on a poor soul. he denied his freedom and his weak ride even more so.
god shed his disgrace on thee,
from melting icecap's majesty
from fee to dining fee.
Copyright © Heather Rollins | Year Posted 2015
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Heather Rollins Poem
if i am being candid, people
if much. people speak in whatif.
too much do i say if.
if lips are not being kissed
then if by chance you got why'd
i'd yesno to see your face.
if the ocean springs summer,
coldwarm and smalllarge
then i can fully love all yes.
if you see me on the now
iffing and whatiffing away
instead of yessing with You,
bring me down to hell if.
Copyright © Heather Rollins | Year Posted 2015
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