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Tracy Hoffman Poem
Be strong be tough;
because this world sure is rough.
Natural disasters all over this world;
all affected, even little babies with cute little curls.
People lost their businesses and homes;
most not even having a hair comb.
Worrying if all their insurance will come through;
trying to decide what will they do.
Children separated from their parents;
fear is definitely apparent.
Will New Orleans ever be the same;
or will it be a city with a new name?
Pure devastation of mother nature;
is this how history evolved it's nomenclature?
As hearts and relief try to reach all;
Unfortunately some took the storms ultimate fall.
It is sad to see the destruction of family trees;
to have to rebuild leaf by leaf.
But to all that have survived;
You must be so thankful that you have your life.
God Bless to ya'll;
Stay strong and stand tall.
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The man that heels;
You know him as Mr. Steele.
He knows just how to make me feel;
and he can help me with my fishing reel.
I love his name, Antonio;
he's my one and only romeo.
Whenever i'm feeling blue;
he always makes me feel brand new.
One day we will add a few;
and live as one big happy crew.
Antonio I love laying with you;
even when it's just for an hour or two.
Look how much we grew;
we'll see each other through and through.
When we met I knew;
we'd stick together like glue.
Antonio I love you;
Happy Birthday to you!
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I never felt so safe and secure;
Antonio it's you I adore.
You do your best adn your so we dressed;
baby you make me feel so blessed.
At first I thought we would just mess;
but quickly our relationship has progressed.
Who would have guessed;
that this here is the best.
So baby, let's go on our quest;
and add to the family nest.
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I want to move to get a fresh start;
and somehow leave all the anger in my heart.
Have complete confidence that i'm smart;
always continuing to do my part.
They say poetry is an art;
it's relaxing like listening to rain in the dark.
I write about my kids loving the park;
and the pen that makes this mark.
It stinks when a match sparks;
and I write the words I have thought.
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I feel like i've gone from being abused
to being completly used.
Right now i'm so confused;
and i wonder are you yet amused?
At every end I loose
Why did I have to be the one you choose?
You get to go out and cruise;
and you always have money for booze.
It's like I have to pay this life dues;
and it's apparent your help you refuse.
But yet I try to always cross my T's and Q's;
Which for now is more then I can say for you.
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My eyes of multiple blue;
they love to look at you.
My eyes change with every mood;
They are dark with an angry tude.
Light when I'm in the mood;
and medium at the start of every feud.
There have been times when they have turned black;
the times when people try to jump my back.
I've been told they turn devilish red;
It just depends how the light hits my head.
But no matter what the color of my eyes;
they are beautiful even when I am shy.
I love my eyes of multiple blue;
They have seen everything I have gone through.
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I keep dreaming of our house;
you know the one in the south.
It's beautiful with a bit of land;
and we are only minutes from the sand.
Through the years you continue your guiding hand;
even when our kids think we are bland.
When the kids only care what brand;
and they try to keep their butts from getting tanned.
You see I'll get home from work first;
fixing drinks to cure the kids thirsts.
Making dinner at the stove;
listening for the car that you drove.
Sitting and relaxing on our back porch;
our only light a teeky torch.
Resting to get ready for another work day;0
happy where my head gets to lay.
Directly up under you;
Antonio, I love you!
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I don't want no pork, no beef, no war;
just an explanation for the secrets behind the door.
There's so many questions I want to explore;
you know the one's you try to ignore.
Have you even realized the cost you have afford;
your grandchildren you should adore.
But let's talk about life of before:
Remember when I was a little girl;
my father drank until he hurled.
Parents constantly arguing and fighting;
and playing tug or war with me was freightening.
Now it's a fight of an interacial family member;
the little girl born in the month of December.
But like I said before;
I don't want no pork, no beef, no war.
Hopefully one day you will grow to adore;
my beautiful family of four.
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Sometimes I sit and cry;
just thinking about my love my guy.
All it takes is one look in his eye;
and I know exactly why.
I've never been so happy before;
just by hearing the opening of the door.
That means my baby's home;
You know Ton.
I never thought I could love a man so much;
he makes me melt with every touch.
Everyday I pray that he is safe;
willing to change my religious faith.
I don't care about his race;
I just want to be in his happy place.
I feel the spark you put in my heart;
you are my better part.
You give me so much love and respect;
baby you are the best!
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