bernadette meessen Poems

WE'VE GOTTA FIGHT ON
We gotta fight on
We gotta fight on
We gotta fight on and never give up
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There she stands
She‘s taking all command
She's so cold
But red hot for a while
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We loved to dream a while of ships upon the sea
Moving through the midnight's calm the captain you and me
In evening dress we'd dine with him of fish and crab so fine
Exchanging tales of pirates and whales over vintage wine
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Well she's three hundred pounds and she's prickly as a porcupine
Sittin' in the corner waitin' for a pick up yeh
Well her name is Brunhilde and she's sippin' boysenberry wine
And when she starts dancin' her legs start to kick up yeh
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Country ramblin‘ and whistlin‘ a tune
Actin' crazy beneath the full moon
And I'm hopin' to be with you soon
Feelin' lazy but I'm getting' the job done
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Country Sleeper, my sweet angelic caress
will wake you for a while.
Surrender your garb and express
all that I wish to hear for so long
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Paulie, woop boo, what ya‘ tryin' to do with my head
You're drivin' me insane I'm goin' out of my mind
I say woop boob doo wap skiddly lee bop
Paulie, woop boo, You got me blushin' and I'm turnin' red
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COUNTRY BLUE
You went away and all you could say
Was that you'd make things better
I waited for your letter
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Edgar Allan Poe was a dude whom I did know
And eighty-fourth street was his roe
Opium was his sacred blow
His short stories brought me chills
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No harm in trying
Live life till you're dying
Looking over the shoulder
Is similar to lifting boulders
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