GJC boyle Poems

Where dose time really go once it has past
Time is time
Is there such a thing as bad timing
Why dose it fly when were having fun
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Wind was blowing through the trees
I could hear the rustling of their leaves
The morning sun sneaking through the clouds
Birds singing morning sounds
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Would you like visit the stars
What about mercury
Or even mars
There is not that much space between us
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We fell in love online
Even though we had never heard each others voice
Or saw each others face
Was there love online we could almost taste
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One won two too to three
Four fore for
Five six seven
Eight ate
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Is it true birds fly south for the winter
Wish i was a bird for just one day
I would fly to and perch on your window
My baby bird flew away
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Please stop the damage is done
Or do you enjoy this
Is this your idea of fun
I am hanging on to reality by a tread
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Winter is closed for another year
Spring has sprung upon us
Was the winter kind to you
I miss winter now its gone laying by the fire
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Can you show me the way
Cause i dream of better days
I now they are there
But searched i cant not find them anywhere
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Staring into the night
Come on shooting stars
Let me with on you
Remove these scars
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