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Hi i am back again with another poem
On a hot summers night in the middle of June,
And the stars are sparkling all around The moon,
The warm breeze gently blowing all Around,
With all going on in the world its so Profound.
With beautiful nights like this its easy to See,
Just why the God made it for you and
Me,
Just remember with all the conflict here And there,
From H welling
This was created for all to Share... 19/03/2009
She was poor but she was honest, Victim of the squire's whim
First he loved her, then he left her, And she lost her honest name.
Then she ran away to London, For to hide her grief and shame, There she met another squire, And she lost her name again.
See her riding in her carriage, In the Park and all so gay,
All the nibs and nobly persons Come to pass the time of day.
See the little old-world village Where her aged parents live, Drinking the champagne she sends them,
But they never can forgive.
In the rich man's arms she flutters, Like a bird with broken wing, First he loved her, then he left her, And she hasn't got a ring.
See him in the splendid mansion, Entertaining with the best,
While the girl as he has ruined, Entertains a sordid guest.
See him in the House of Commons, Making laws to put down crime, While the victim of his passions Trails her way through mud and slime.
These are samples only. Do have any more Pomes to share.