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William Null Poem
I wish I could see your coffin,
classy it probably was.
The man with many nicknames people say.
You told me stories of how you lived your way.
Your carefree attitude rubbed off
on me like a breath of fresh air.
We called you the creeper as
you walked around the house without a peep.
I loved the days where you could walk.
I would come home to
hear your stories and just to talk.
It was sad to see you smoke your life away.
The most generous man I knew
was on his way home.
A biblical home where you are at peace.
The man that taught me how to play tunk and rummi.
I’d go back and play with you one
last time before you exit.
If only I would have accepted your offer,
rather than drowning in my own lies.
The days you were able to
breath was the best days of my life.
My late great uncle Timothy Setzer lived with me for three years.
I’d go back to day one as
you first moved in,
with the memory of your smile of new beginnings on your face.
These beginnings would be
your last memories you had to cherish.
Never complained about a damn
thing, was always positive.
I miss those sweet summer days where we would sit out back.
A master at cooking back in his day.
The last memory I have
was seeing your lifeless body just
lay with a look of despair.
I will never forget the man of many nicknames.
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Topic of Conversation (Heroic Couplet)
Say what you want about the man in black
You think he cares about that, he got stacks.
Akron Ohio was his home sweet home
LeBron is the man dunking on your dome.
Was once called the chosen one in Cleveland
People was now upset he was leavin
Let to be united in Miami,
Bosh and Wade said to him, whats up homie.
He has fought the critics and the people
now this mountain is ever so steep though.
Now he has help he can really count on,
while I now scream, go LeBron go LeBron.
Scoring forty eight on Detroit was great
this night was something not to recreate.
This man was even once called overrated,
this nonsense made me feel so much hatred.
He still is one of the best in the league,
look at his stats and you can clearly see.
I bet you LeBron wins a ring this year.
When he does, Dan Gilbert will shed a tear.
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Freshman year was a breakout year for me,
I maintained a positive attitude.
This was someone I did not used to be,
Through that year I gained so much gratitude.
Year two was by far the year of heartbreaks,
a lot of my family members had died.
I was so mentally messed up it aches,
When Darion had passed I sat and cried.
Junior year was the best year of my life,
I pulled off the best grades in my career.
Even though it gave me a lot of strife,
I wanted to kick back and sip a beer.
Senior year is coming to an end quick,
Can not wait to laugh and share one last pic.
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Sweet smell of flowers
On a sunny day smell great.
As wind moves the scent.
Sweet smell of daisies
Crowd the air with purity
Oh how sweet the smell.
Beds of flowers bring
A sense of new beginnings
As new plant life forms.
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You should have been there.
You should have seen the sadness
on my face.
The sadness that smells of
sweet neglection.
Forgotten!
Forgotten in the mist of
your own life.
You have your life
Remember!
Remembering those words,
I have other children to worry about.
I tell myself that I am fine and
I even meditate to relieve myself of stress.
Silence!
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