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Kyle Hall Poem
As I sit within this closet without a single thing to do.
I think about Molly, now college age, when she was two.
I would leave these confines everyday.
We would go to the yard and we would play.
She was a friend of the utmost appeal.
Words could not describe the joy I would feel.
Those days are gone now and I sit in the dark.
I know not of Molly, or of what she embarks.
I try to think of the good times and the fun that we had.
Not of this darkness and of what makes me sad.
I do have one hope. One single last chance.
With maybe a yardsale my life will enhance.
If that day comes, I will say when I'm there.
Here is a new beginning for this old Teddy Bear.
Copyright © Kyle Hall | Year Posted 2012
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Kyle Hall Poem
I wish I had heavens number, I would send up a text.
One conversation is all I request.
About love, hate, and fear I'd ask why.
Then sit by my phone and wait for reply.
I'd have so many questions, I'd text him all day.
And gain information to live the right way.
I would pick up a Bible and fill in the gaps.
I would get all the details to help people relax.
Yes, it sure would be a great thing indeed.
If a text message from God, I could pick up and read.
Copyright © Kyle Hall | Year Posted 2012
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