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Debbie Brindley May 2017
Almost a year has past since you've been gone,
I always thought when growing up you and I would go on and on,
We'll out live our husbands that's what you'd always say,
It really broke my heart the day you past away,
We were going to grow old together get a house for just
us two,
One with a big varanda and an even bigger view,
Where we'd sit in our rocking chairs and let the old yarns fly,
About memories we cherished from years gone by,
But you left me and I miss you,
You were my sister you were my friend,
The one that I'd go to if I needed to mend,
I wish I could have one minute to tell you how I feel,
I'd have taken on your pain if it had helped you to heal,
So where ever your spirit may be my message to you
Sheree is
I love you and I miss you
My sister Sheree passed away 16yrs ago
From breast cancer
Justin Time Aug 2014
Wake-up with the pill bottle next to me
Other side is the girl that had *** with me
I know she doesn't love me
I just flaunt some of the money
Then they wanna come see

Get out of bed when they start to kick in
So amazed how I got all these prescriptions
Pill caddy because today I'm on a mission
Driver is out front
Time to put on the front

Get to the office, bursts of motivation
See my partner do it-with no medication
But things are fine, no reason to whine
I got it all

But when I define all, it's where I fall
Money, drugs, mansion
And no hugs from a honey or some laughing
Who will I share it with?
My computer I just stare at it

Give my tasks to my secretary
Because, that's why I pay you, Sheree
I'm just the founder
With a bold face to motivate

No more brown nosing
See, now they brown nose me
But as the clock hits four PM
Look at all our profits, yeah I see them

Time for my downers so I can mellow out
All the guilt, time to throw it out
Let's go out, Sheree
She says yes, not to me...but to the money
Yeah I admit it kinda hurts...
But its all in, A Day's Work
Sheree Captain Dec 2020
There was blood on the land,

There was history in our sands,

Our rights were taken long ago,

Oh please, I just want to go home,

I miss the sea, I miss the ocean breeze,  

Those friendly “HI's” and the sad goodbyes.

I hope I won't cry tonight, because it’s the Island life that I crave at night.

I wonder when I’ll see those shores again,

If only they could see the desire within,

They think they can own the lands, but it will forever and always be ours,

If I fight for it, will I make my ancestors proud?



By Sheree Captain

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