Activities of Jamie Robert hill

When I can make my thoughts come forth
To walk like ladies up and down,
Each one puts on before the glass
Her most becoming hat and gown.
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There will come soft rain and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
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Poetry is more than life poetry is more than love.

Walking In the moonlight, on a distant shore.Black magic, black mother let me pain no more.For the time has come for me to be alone.I must be this way for you have hit me with your last stone.I dug a ditch a long ways from here, I planted some lilies there. As I dug a grave for myself out in the middle of nowhere.As I head to the darkness where light has never shown.Tears keep coming and loneliness, heartache, the scars I'll forever show.Shall i ever find who I wants was. I must hide my face and you should hide yours.Darkness is among us now. I don't hear any sound.Lord please forgive me as I'm about to sin…. I asked you not to throw stones at me.That means you offered me pain.You are a sight for sore eyes.Now darkness of evil has opened inside me.My broken bones, all the pain, Nightmares there's not any worse feeling to wake up and not having your memory. Screaming over and over, what the hell has happened to me.All for what? Lord only knows. I always heard sticks and stones may break my bones.But you will never hurt me. We are here now. This grave I dug. See it never was for me.It's for you...
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