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Best Poems From
FAITH ELIZABETH BRIGHAM
(May 14,1953)
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Because Of You
my days of being blue
are over because of you
your love has freed me
and you always seem to
bring out the best in me
your love is so beautiful
it means everything to me
it seems like i had to wait
forever before i found you
but i know your love is true
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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Best Thing I Ever Had
When I get to Louisiana,
just a mile or more to go.
Yes, when I get to Louisiana,
just a mile or more to go,
Lord, you know i'll be alright
once I hit that station floor.
They say he's in New Orleans
doing his best to survive.
They say he's in New Orleans
doing his best to survive.
I'll be in New Orleans just
as it's turning five,
That man was the best thing-
yes, best thing I ever had.
That man was the best thing-
yes best thing I ever had.
Lord knows when I see him it will
make my heart feel glad.
When we're pulling in the station,
Lord I'll be headed for that door.
Yes, when we're pulling in the station
I'll be headed for that door.
You know I just can't wait until
I hit that station floor.
That man was the best thing-
yes, best thing I ever had.
That man was the best thing-
yes best thing I ever had.
Lord knows when I see him it will
make my heart feel glad.
Faith Mairee
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
Read more: faith poems, heart poems
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Both Sides Of The Fence
his philosophy was
if a cop didn't see it-
he didn't do it
and that's where
his head was at the time
before prison he believed
in free love
shot up heroin
lived in roach infested flats
and danced like a hoodlum
he had a woman once
who left him while
he was still doing time
her parting words 'i must
be free' ring out in
the terror of the night
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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Breakdown
momma, don't be angry
is it something that we did
momma, don't ignore us
as we climb on top your bed
momma, we are hungry
it is past time we were fed
momma, you can't feed us
if you don't get out of bed
we're just little children
and we do not understand
why you lie there staring
at our tiny outstretched hands
momma, please forgive us
you're so far away it seems
we're young and we don't know
just what nervous breakdown means
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
Read more: children poems, time poems, child poems
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