Best Fein Poems

No longer do they represent or even come close to Catholic values 
they turn their back on those of us held loyal 
with spiritual morals unable to address it as is
 
Murder to stand and promote supporting such an act cardinal sin 
They no longer...

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Oh my mighty bones with flesh 
                 Brushed in coincides thought is paint
                ...

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Without Your Love

Without your love, my life
I feign would ebb away.
Without you love, that
kindled flame of passion’s fire,
would turn to ashes cold and gray.

Without your love, my heart
grows cold, my feelings dead.
Without your love, those moments
when we chance to meet,
would change from happiness to dread.

Without...

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A young Irish lass with no man
Danced in the Moulin Rouge Can-Can
In Dublin again
She joined with Sinn Fein
And bombed as Republican Anne...

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