A POEM
Ice in the spirit
Is but frozen tears
And bitterness
Is expectation killed.
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- Karl Keating
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I’ve heard of those on milk and honey fed
But when I set about to…
Let the air be taken from me;
Let no water touch my tongue.
Though my…
A slow befuddled winter fly
With 747 abandon
Has trundled from my window sill
And…
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