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#37 (from, ‘What's Really Happening - In 54 numbers’)

When I heard the news today,
There was not much I could say;
About how everything is going
- Disregard's growing.

Why you left I cannot say,
Thought we had it all okay;
Then you were just gone away,
On this lonely day.

The outside wind is blowing,
Past memories still flowing.
Passion dreams can never stay,
For ever and ay.
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 

   
   
 

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#38 (fFrom, ‘What's Really Happening-In 54 Numbers’)

O uneasy memories,
Wind breezing through the trees;
Lonely times again are here,
I thought you'd care.

Love is like a growing breeze,
Some get lost others it frees;
I see your past everywhere,
Wounding like a spear.

I won't beg and I won't please,
Even try to make up peace;
Even though you were quite dear,
Through our loving years.
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 

   
   
 

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#39 (from, ‘What's Really Happening - In 54 numbers’)

Thinking hard and honestly,
Why you broke up out on me;
Losing love won't set me free,
It hurt when we split.

Now I'm all alone and gone,
Can't keep carrying like this on;
Losing out on all lives fun,
'Cause of what you did.

Self pity is this all about?
Banging in my chest so loud;
Playing with my mood and doubt,
Breaking me by bit.
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 

   
   
 

  816.     

#4 (from, ‘What's Really Happening – In 54 Numbers’)

I came to this world old,
Alien is my second name.
Like a gust from darkness cold,
Is my ravish loving game.

She was innocent and sweet,
Full of youth and tender look.
I found her on a lonely street,
I guess it was just pure luck.

Was it stains of blood on me,
When my thirst was dry.
I was just setting her free,
Never meant to say goodbye.
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 
 
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