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    Him


    I want to believe in him like everyone else

    But he leaves me to fend for myself

    He says he may not come when I call but he always on time

    If that’s true then why am I writing these lines

    People praise him and worship him in so many ways

    They give him so much love why does he not have something to say

    We play and love our kids each and everyday

    Yet he is so mean that he takes them away

    Is this the man that we place our faith

    Or is this the man that we love and hate.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    MrFeliciano’s Poems (12)

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