Poems from Jules Thurrott

ven't found the right words They're not in any song I hear And, even if I found them The words would never be mine.     They'd fall like a...
  Snow starts to fall and the child smiles Her little hand touches the glass Of the frost covered window pane.   And, as her fingers feel...
  They're telling me to do it again God damn it! I don't want to die! I saw bullets rip them apart; No one's safe on the battle field...
  Tick Tock, Tik Tock. Look to the end where the lightning flashes Because if you don't catch it before it's gone You will spend your...
She's standing there among the leaves, Quieter than the sounds of snow Falling gently upon the ground.     She is something I desire With...

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