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Roy Willetts Poem
Before the mid of night as stars are weeping
I fly,
To the hidden valley we loved, where my heart beat warmed
Your eyes,
Believing your spirit could appear from the regions
Of air,
And revisit past moments of our tender love, hoping you come
To me there,
And you say memories of our love are forever in heaven.
I shall sing love songs; we so treasured and loved
To hear, Believing our voices are together like distant thunder
To ear,
Together, in hidden valley we loved, it’s your voice
I fly,
To answer memories of our tender love
I cry
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Hard clay roads curving left to right,
Black hot rods roar thou fogy nights,
Carolina, Tennessee, Georgia hills,
Tanks, White lighten, loaded to the gills.
Big motors high speed winding roads,
Cops, road blocks trying to get my load,
G-man get to close I’ll dump it on the run,
Evidence on the road you can watch it burn.
Fancy gadgets, driven skills, it’s like magic,
The G-man hunts for steels like a magnet,
Hid deep in the woods no trials to find,
Copper pots rolls of tube, a holler it’s time
Shotguns, hounds, fires hot, its corn stew
Poor southern boys, got to make a living too.
G-man no matter where you go here in these hills,
There always another load, another white lighten steel.
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When your day is sad, your lonely night is slow to end,
Remember our love my darling and remember when,
Our hearts formed one love, our love darling, you and I.
Remember, true love endures forever never a good by.
A love never ending, eternal love,’ formed perfectly,
Through the regions of heaven, Gods love we believe,
Our love, eternal love, through his promise I love thee.
In Spirit’ we shall be, never a part, to live, love, eternally,
Our hearts formed one love forever, our eternal love.
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At mid of night my memory stirs,
My Heart pounds Incoming heard!
So
Loud; so many- God; will ever end,
Shoulder to shoulder dug deep in
Our
Promise given before brothers fall
Silence- incoming heard it's hell.
An
Oath taking changing one’s life,
Help us God; through this night.
Then
Night would come straight out hell,
Sounds with site as brave man fell,
So
For what" was ask, for what you see”
For you we say, for our democracy”
For you we came, for you we fail,
Far from home, in this living hell;
At mid of night memory’s still stir,
Then silence- Incoming… heard!
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